I DON'T THINK GOD WANTS TO FEEL LIKE A JUKE BOX, VENDING MACHINE
I don’t think God wants to feel like a juke box we put the right amount of change in then push SELECT
To hear the record from him we want to hear again
A vending machine while we wait for the candy bar or coke
To shoot down the chute to us
And when we don’t get what we paid for we say we are praying
But all we are doing is jiggling the machine
And kicking it when the butterfinger dangles there behind the glass so near and yet so far
Or waiting for the dimes to come back from the pay phone
When someone else hung up but it wasn't Him.
I think then He must be so lonely
Just wishing someone would strike up a conversation with Him
Without giving him their Christmas list first or even, at all
Wishes some child of his would crawl up in his Celestial lap
And give him a tiny hug and put purple clover necklaces around his neck
And just say: I love you Papa.
I love you.
Tell me about the Day you made the rain.
mary angela douglas 7 may 2024
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