A Conversation With God

Me: God, can I ask You a question?

God: Sure…

Me: Promise You won't get mad...

God: I promise.

Me: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?

God: What do u mean?

Me: Well, I woke up late.

God: Yes

Me: My car took forever to start.

God: Okay!

Me: At lunch they gave me the wrong sandwich & I had to wait.

God: Ahaan!

Me: On the way home, my phone DIED, just as I was going to pick up a call.

God: hmmmm!

Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home all I wanted to do was to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax, BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?

God: Let me see, the angel of death was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of My Angels to battle him for your life. So, I let you sleep through that.

Me (humbled): OH!

GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route who would have hit you if you were on the road.

Me: (ashamed): Ah!

God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn't want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.

Me (embarrassed): Oh, okay!

God: the reason your phone went dead was because the person that was calling was going to give a false witness about what you said on that call, I didn't even let you talk to them, so you would be covered.

Me (softly): I see…

God: Oh and that new foot massager you bought.

Me: Yes?

God:  It had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house. And I know you don’t like being in the dark.

 Me: I'm Sorry God.

God: Don't be sorry, just learn to Trust Me.... in all things, whether you considered them to be Good or Bad.

Me: I will trust You.

God: And don't doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.

Me: I won't God. And ummmm, all I can say is Thank You? Thank You for Everything you did today.

God: You're welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I Love looking after My Children...

The Howls of Silence

He waited there in the blistering cold,

As he saw life’s fragile textures unfold.

 Where the voices in his head grew louder and louder

Could it not be? He was without bother.

On this long, soulless journey he had to ask, “Was the right path taken?”

For many have forged their way to a path they had soon mistaken.

Was it their faith that drove them there?

Was it belief?

Or

Was it the something as profound, yet fallible and unruly as their animalistic urges to simply survive their grief?

A saint is not without darkness,

And a sinner not without hope.

Then why is it that we’re tempted to such a miscreant slope?

To believe in Good, we must believe in evil,

To know of Heaven, we hear of Hellish upheaval.

To walk a path that leads in hope of somewhere,

Only to end up trudging on a trail of our worst nightmare.

We know of man, who’s lithe and weak when alive,

but is stiff and cold when death thrives.

At times, moments seem like centuries

And years seem mere fragments of a second,

Too much for his taste he had finally reckoned.  

His bouncing finger is what told him he was alive,

For a few more seconds he only wanted to survive

He heard the roars “the war is over, we’re free”

And at that very moment he felt Knightly.

He did what any soldier would’ve done who was misguided,

And just as he came, he left un-abided.

Before darkness covered his guise

He whispered with his last sighs

Revelation 21:4 ~ “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor cries”. 

The Day of My Death

Each morning when I open my eyes,

I would think to myself and say.

I, not events have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.

I can choose which it shall be, because I live my life with much sway.

Since yesterday is dead, and tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet.

I can truly say,

I lived a long time, here on this land

With its beauty and despair that go hand in hand.

I learned a lot, while I watched the hourglass tip its sand.

The highest wisdom that I shall own, freedom and life are earned by those alone.

I can laugh and say I still haven’t grown.

Even if it is a time to moan,

I can look towards the sky as the raindrops mix with the tears I cry.

Tears of joy I may imply.

As James Thurber once said,

“All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, to and why”

There were times when I did not pray

And I simply said, “I could not stay”.

Now God has brought me to his garden to play.

So, the end is near.

I take my final bow, and face my final curtain.

To my family and friends,

I’ll state my case of which I am certain.

I will only say this once, so listen up I’ll surely be clear.

I lived a life that was completely full; I’ve travelled each and every highway,

And more, much more than this,

I did it MY WAY…