Why is God never where you want Him to be? To others, He responds so speedily. Yet, he answers my calls so tardily. Does He ignore me deliberately?
I choose something from a menu of prayers. I look at Him. He ignores my stares. Friendship? Helpings, large or small? Love? Not on the menu at all. A crumb of comfort? Already brushed away. Coffee? How long do you intend to stay? A longer life? Cook says that takes time. Oblivion? Best had before bedtime.
The maitre d' recommends a 30 day fast - a tested antidote to gluttony past. I'd go elsewhere, if there was somewhere else to eat - even a takeaway, if I couldn't find a seat.
I wait, knowing that no sooner than I have drawn my last breath, a white-coated waiter will present me with life's bill, computed by Death.
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