Metaphor Madness

METAPHOR MADNESS Every day she brings him a beer then complains about his drunkenness. Does it matter that I have not told you if she is his bartender or his wife? Every day he reads the spiritual words then goes into the desert and digs a new well. Is he a pastor or a diviner? Is there a difference? “Don’t you see how angry you get?”, she asks. “How you hurt the ones you love?” Is she speaking to her pastor or her husband? “Dear God! You mean everything to me,” he replies, “yet I mean nothing to you. You have deserted me.” Who is he talking to, the beer, the Creator, the wife or the sands? Now you are completely confused and I am still looking for an aquifer. Where will this metaphor madness end?