God ain’t a he or a she, but a it.
God don’t look like anything . . -It ain’t somethin’ you can look at apart from anythin’ else, includin’ yourself I believe God is everything … Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you feel that, and be happy to feel that, you’ve found it.
My first step from the old white man (as God) was trees, then air, then birds, then other people. But one day when I was sitting quiet and feeling like a motherless child, which I was, it came to me: that feeling of being a part of everything, not separate at all. I knew that if I cut a tree, my arm would bleed. And I laughed and I cried and I run all around the house. In fact, when it happen, you can’t miss it. It sort of like, you know what,” she say, rubbing my thigh high up.
Shug!-I say. Oh, she say, God love all them feelings. That’s some of the best stuff God did … Listen, God love everything you love -and a mess of stuff you don’t. But more than anythin’ else, God love admiration.
You sayin’ God vain? I ast. Nah, she say, Not vain, just wantin’ to share a good thing. If you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it, I think it pisses God off.