Have we, I wonder Made of God A divinity Entirely too cozy? Do we, I worry Wrap ourselves In an Almighty Snug blanket? Balances, balances Are such tricky tightropes A little too far This way or that And we plunge headlong Into some abyss or other Do I write for myself Or others? Do I focus too much on form Or content? Do I live the life examined Or merely self-conscious? And is my God too comfortable To be holy and wholly powerful?