loves trans children, wants
them to become who they are,
puts her love into the hands
and skills of doctors and nurses.

The God I want to believe in
loves women, does not condemn
them to death to bring forth
the content of men’s seed. 

The God I want to believe in
loves all life–trees, fireflies,
crabgrass, azaleas, chipmunks,
seagulls and indigo buntings.

So let me bless, in the name of
the God I want to believe in,
every mined out mountain top,
every bleached coral reef,

every God’s child sleeping
under the overpass, their worldy
goods in a shopping cart. Bless 
those who do not have enough,

bless those who have a surplus,
large or small, and choose to share.