Tuesday, May 07, 2024

I DONT THINK GOD WANTS TO FEEL LIKE A JUKEBOX, VENDING MACHINE

 

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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