Running Away

Running away from God to find God.
Away from the judgmental God
                            to the accepting one.

To the God who can touch me without
       making me cringe in self-loathing.
Whose touch is a caress, not a blow.
Whose touch is gentle 
       and strong enough to hold and support.
Not hard and demanding, holding me rigid.
Whose touch is inspired by love and
                                                 not duty.