Letters to God

Sweet You,

Where have You been?

All is lost and all is broken!

Oh You,

How I long for You.

Have You forgotten our sweet

Early Sunday morning,

Sunrise drenched rendezvous?

Because I ache for last time;

When You came into my room,

(Uninvited like always)

The perfect surprise to wake to.

You-

And You waited patiently while

My chipped nail polish dug out

My old dirty sneakers,

Some ripped denim,

And my beat up wallet.

And I offered to drive,

But you said "Let's walk".

And all the way down Nashville

Our feet conversed with the pavement

Who still had stories to tell from the night before.

And you said "Our place!"

And I nodded towards it.

And you swung open the door

And the sound of cascading bells

Bounced off of the ceilings and the floor

And everyone turned to greet us.

And we were happy to happen upon such royalty:

Men with soft, sagging skin

And coffee stained teeth,

Cloaked in flannel,

Crowned with wisdom

In ten gallon hats

With only the finest leathers

From their head to their feet.

And You danced to the music with me:

The tip-tapping of feet to the juke-box tune,

Of the broken juke box that played no music.

And the drip-dropping of the second best black

Gold

Into old white china,

Where lip stick stains, and

Old white beards once collided

With

Harmony;

Flowing glory that

Grinding the grounds made.

And my eyes

Watched the thick yellow

Paint peeling right off

The walls,

Whole strips of it-

Intrigued...

But You

Stuck to Your morning paper

And we talked about

The broken pieces;

In black and white

And how the world's not

What it should have been.

And the waitress came over

With her thick red,

Dry mane

And she had one cigarette behind her ear

And hot pink fingernails that were so long

They wrapped around

And clickety clacked on her golden tray.

And they caught your eye and you said:

"Sue-I'm loving the palm trees

you're sporting these days..."

And she wrapped you up

And handed you your biscuits and gravy as a thanks.

And You built them up like a city scape

Before you demolished them

And I laughed because You acted like You'd never eaten before.

And as You conversed with me,

You couldn't stop sticking Your fingers into the

Holes

Of the ripped up booth that cushioned you.

Then the dreary low came,

The neon-smiley face sign

That always seems to catch your eye

Every time

At the right time;

Reminding You of your appointment

And You

Had to go;

Then the skies opened

Up and started pouring out

Slow soft rain.

And

You

Went to change

Into your

Sunday morning

Suit and tie

And left me there

Still glorifying Your precious

Name

And wondering when

We'd have coffee again...