A Few Questions for an Omnipotent Diety

What do you look like? Do you wear white That never browns or yellows and Beads, beads like Mardi Gras that fall down your height Like a waterfall into sandaled-sand Are you a man? I do not see how you could be. Women make life and are terrible the way you are. Like thunder. Do you speak English or like a Ruskie? I hope you speak Irish because it is guttural, wrong and beautiful like a heart. Or do you sign? Do your hands make feelings in the air Better than sound? Do you wish you could Drop the world off your shoulders and let All our souls fall into the fire and despair? I hope not, but I don’t know if I would Blame you, if you did happen to forget.