Open letter

hi there God,

I’m here @ your mercy as usual

no, I’m not alone

although at times

I feel like a balloon of emotions

in a world of pins 

I haven’t got much time

(‘here we go again’ you must think)

they say you don’t have either

although yours is a bit of an eternity, isn’t it?

but who am I to judge?(who am I full stop?)

and no, this is not a prayer.

(I bet you had enough of: God, please this, God please that)

and we’re not friends 

on face book or anything

so

I’m not even asking for forgiveness

as my sins are in progress

and you know it

(don’t you?)

I was just wondering,

with my human mind,

which separated from the soul you gave me a while ago (God, it seems ages now!)

sums up to 0

so, I was wondering

about the schedule

of my personally designed Bang (nosy me!)

my Nokia diary, full of daily tasks or endless ‘to do’ lists could squeeze in the time, the date even the minute 

my minute!

(Nokias are great! The one I have now has blue tooth and GPS and a 12 megapixel camera with video editing. Yes! I know! A M A Z I N G!)

so

go oooon!

I could really look the part, you know?

the day before

I could care and sing more than I usually do

I could smell flowers, drive over the limit and smile at the cameras on the M25

please others, kiss,

dance tango (which I’m really not good at!)

roll in the grass and hug people I know nothing about

possibly resist temptation (I’m not good at that either!)

and defeat the feeling of: ‘what I want - I get’

(or at least try!)

for,

(what I gather, from your sources)

I do quite a lot of and

it kind of rocks a few boats in the waters of heaven

well, better dash,

you know me (better than anyone, I say!) 

always on the go

give me a sign, 

and my love 

to JC

all yours, God, all yours,

me

x