I have said these things to you
so that my joy may be in you,
and that your joy may be complete.
— John 15.11
Be done with your sober commandments,
fleeing from the wrath to come.
This is a gift, not an obligation.
If eternal life weren’t fun who could endure?
We are the joy in our grandmother’s arms.
See, God dancing in the aisles,
looping over the grassy hill,
rolling down sideways in the grass,
calling to you:
Shuck that solemn suit,
leave the dutiful wheelbarrow behind.
Don’t try so hard to be so seriously loving.
Let it explode.
Let joy come to you like a fart.
Let my little boats of joy
sail through your heart.
Be a kite on my wind.
All I want is complete joy, spilling over you
like an uncontrollable laugh,
filling you like I made you for.
I am the light of the world.
So lighten up.
On this day of your life I believe God wants you to know…