Of God and Grammar

This is a poem (to use the word loosely,
as it is in the nature of words to be used) 

about a God I don't know
but whose name I capitalise
i am not sure what kind of noun
God is. Proper and yet common.
Collective. Mostly abstract.
The pronouns are as confused. He.
She. It. Singular. Plural.
Adjectives have varied over time
and circumstances. Benevolent. Wrathful.
but always Just.
Articles have caused other kinds of conflict
- a god or the?
Middle school language classrooms rarely
address God's grammatical inconsistencies.
Wren & Martin may give you platitudes.
Much later, surrounded by fire and blood and
limbs and fear, you will question them.
Wren, Martin and their platitudes.
Middle age will calm your nerves,
acceptance and cynicism will leave space
for neither God nor Grammar.
God tends to be rediscovered in old age.
When language fades,
you find yourself clinging to the idea of God.
You are told, and you believe that God is the
grammar of life, understanding, perception.
or maybe that of chaos, who is to say.

meanwhile in a Middle school language class,
the teacher is telling her bewildered kids
for the nth time that Grammar is God.