Pushing God - a poem

I disrobed God.

Pushed Him from the sky.

On the way down

he lost his face,

his arms, his legs

his pronouns.

What remained

could not be seen.

Only felt.

Only heard.

God-

What are you?

Darling

I am the absence of

and inclusion of

everything.

The void

and the creation.

The womb

and the word.

I am the field

holding all becoming.

And the opening

through which

the not-yet

becomes.

But where are you? I asked.

Darling,

where could I go?

And I,

having stripped God

of every boundary

found that I had lost

my own.