After reading this poem, the million man march, Bill Moyers asked Kurtis Lamkim this question, What's behind these words:

suppose there's a god
who thinks that we are god
who loves us so deeply she followed us here

"the million man march"

we do right
we do wrong
we do time overtime
we do what it takes to shake the snake
that coils around our humble lives
whatever we can do
we do

we do lunch
we do meetings
we do fundraisers  we do marches
we send a million men
to carry peace to the heart
                 of a cold cold nation
some say we don't count
we do
we always do

suppose there's a god
who thinks that we are god
who loves us so deeply
                  she followed us here
we work so hard every trick
                  looks like a miracle
and then we name the trickster god
if there is a god
who thinks that we are god
do we hear her prayer
do we?

in the deep dark hour
when we are all alone
what is that sound what is that prayer
what is this faith
we do
            

His response was:

I believe that just beyond all that I can understand there is a divine being upon whom I can call, a divinity that flows from an ultimate devotion beyond time, space, and understanding. Suppose this being believes that I, too, can be called upon. That such a possibility existed became clear to me after I went to West Africa, to an island off the coast of Senegal called Gorée. It was the last point in Africa from which many Africans were sent to the Western Hemisphere and slavery. The doorway through which they marched across a plank onto the slaver's ship was called the "Door of No Return" because once you went through that door you were never, ever expected to come back. My ancestors must have passed there, and now I had returned to the Door of No Return. Days later the irony struck me with such a force that I cried-- to realize that I am part of this story. Something took me back, to a place and time I did not know I had been before. Life is circular, it is winding-- but how open are we to where it takes us?

We pray for that, and we hope our god is listening, that we're being heard. But what if our god is praying to us? What if our god is asking us for things? Are we listening? Are we open? Why would such thoughts come from the Door of No Return? That's the mystery.