God is a good Friend
Whom I rarely see
He faithfully writes me letters
Which only arrive
When I seek them
Heaven is an infinite pile of unread post
In Hell they burn it in front of you
God turns up uninvited on my doorstep
At the most inconvenient times
If I’m playing my music loudly I cannot hear Him knocking
I like music to be loud
I turn it down and hear His sweeping
Footsteps shuffling down the hall
And His weeping
He says He misses me
Why do I never answer His letters?
Or His knocking?
“If you want music”, He says, “I will sing to you”
“You are the one
Who left me down here” I say
You sent Jesus to save me
And at His ascension
He didn’t take me with Him
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