I slept in this morning
And as I slowly shuffled
Out to my patio
I was startled to discover
God was already there.
Drinking coffee
Out of His ‘I Love New York’ Mug.
“Good Morning, Sir.”
I said dropping my eyes.
“Sorry I’m late.“
“There is no late,” He mused with
A kind smile, swallowing a mouthful
Of the dark steaming liquid.
“There is only now.”
“I always thought you’d be a tea drinker…”
I said after a long pause.
“Why?” His deep eyes sparkled.
“More refined? I guess.”
“How little you know about me,”
He chuckled.
I nodded as I studied His gentle face.
He looked exactly as I had always
Imagined.
Tan, angular.
Eyes a deep golden brown
That reflected nebulas and
Galaxies.
“I love you.” I blurted out,
Embarrassed at being so forward.
His eyes glowed with emotion.
“And I, you.”
A breeze brushed His hair against His brow.
An eagle circled high against an azure sky.
A yellow dandelion beckoned a bee.
Rose bushes danced delightfully.
Like an accordion
Time unfolded for centuries.
“Now, what?” My question hung in the silence.
“Now – everything.” He replied
And He took one more sip of coffee
Before vanishing in the morning sun.
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