the god and I in poetry

hope kept fair and kind by compassion
kept humane and honest by compassion
kept grounded to earth by compassion
compassion renewed when exhausted by hope
illuminated in winter darkness by hope
compassion and hope conjoined twins
bloodless and dead without each other

how about a God neither cruel nor
absent nor perfectly loving either?
what about a God trying Her best
but She stumbles just like you
too proud to directly admit mistakes
but inside begging to be forgiven
begging for forgiveness just like you?
I could almost grok a God who asked ME
for my own forgiveness granted instead
instead of the other way around

be so clear-eyed and fierce in the depths of your kindness
even the devil will stand aside in respect of your bravado
and even God will stand down and admit when She was wrong
in the face of how much you just want things to be humane

a God of hope and compassion
a God of compassion and hope
a God of both those things at once
alive and full of blood, alive