beardless

i had hoped that g-d might really still wear a great beard.
that he would be as kindly as my grampa could have been.
that he would be as venerable as a naked saint in a tree.
that he would be as masterful as Jehovah of old.
that he would be as giving as the rivers.
that he would be as constant as the ocean.
that he would be, in short, a proper, decent sort of g-d that did the right things when prayed to.

i've found, however, that g-d is far too young, good looking, devil-may-care, disinterested in this world, and, frankly, far too hip, for my taste. but he is, at the least, very, very beautiful. and he makes good coffee. and he never gets 5 o'clock shadow.
and he is exceedingly patient.