Poem: A Conversation with God in the Car on the Way to Church

CW: mention of current events and religious theme.

 

... I would argue that the title of this poem is. Pretty self-explanatory. It's dated 6th March, 2022.

 

A Conversation with God in the Car on the Way to Church:

I really fucking liked them, you know.

 

Yeah, yeah, I’m usually the first one to tell people it’s not Your fault, but like… really? Really?

 

Serves me right for saying I was ready to get hurt again, I guess.

 

Yeah, I know, you don’t punish people in life, we just reap what we sow from the consequences of our own actions. I don’t know, it… most people make everything Your fault, y’know, and I make everything my fault, and I… don’t know.

 

I don’t know.

 

Shit, I just – I really liked them! When I said I was ready to get hurt again, I was expecting more than one week of happiness first, y’know?

 

Yeah, I dunno. If I’m gonna ask for anything, it should probably be for help with the jobhunting, or like… for Ukraine and stuff. I’ve never been good at asking for things from you. We both know we’ve had that conversation before. But it seems extra trivial to ask for anything now, of all times.

 

I know.

 

Yeah.

 

I know.

 

I don’t think I’ve ever asked for love before. On account of humans having free will and everything. Kind of an important moment in the Bible, from what I recall. Just seems a bit daft to ask You to interfere in whether some rando texts me back or not. I guess I can ask that you grant them the maturity to not at least ghost me, or grant me the strength and wisdom to be okay with it either way, but...

 

Haha, yeah.

 

It’s just…

 

Yeah. I know. I’m never alone with You beside me. But it sure would be nice to not be completely fucked off every now and then by everyone else.

 

I don’t know. A hot queer Christian with the same kinks, a high sex drive, absolutely head-over-heels for me, and nice and stable and emotionally mature, maybe? But again, I should probably prioritise the asking for a great job or world peace or something, if I’m gonna ask for anything. Seems more likely.

 

Yeah.

 

Yeah. I’ll have a think about it. Thank you, for everything. It was a nice week until… yeah. I appreciate it. And I’m sorry, too. I try not to put material things and other people above You, I just… yeah. Tough balance, innit.

 

Yeah. Yeah, I’m on my way now. See you there. I love you.

 

Amen.