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it was a thin time for me.

one dimensional.

the time of day

when God probably made his choices-

or checked his email.

what’s for dinner…

(unleavened bread and lamb again?!)

maybe I should pray…

so hard, when you have so little to offer

who am I kidding, anyway?

opening communication back up whenever life slips out from under me

He probably feels like the rich dying uncle

or the neighbor you never talk to who won the lottery

or your first love, called out of the blue in a mid-life crisis

who am I to ask for intervention

when I put myself right here…

How much of this is just spam in His eyes, I wonder

but then again, who I am to judge

so I fire off my request

(just in case)

and grab another glass of wine.