Opiate of the People

Personally, don’t you imagine
God’s grace, any god’s grace, if it were
A name with a referent, rather

Than one of the intransitive nouns
Of fully omphalic existence,
Such as god, for instance, or heaven,

Would prove addictive? Once that first burst
Lit up the mind like a snow angel
Backlit by spears of piercing sunlight

Dispersing the worst, most dreadful storm,
Wouldn’t you be on your knees all night
As soon as the glow was gone, praying?

What’s scary then is to contemplate
The possible side effects of grace.