The Immortal Light of Being

I stepped into the hallway with the gait of someone on automatic pilot it was quitting time and the same old routine led me to the exit door unbeknownst to me my cell phone was forgotten my departure hastened by office gossip and as the elevator swung open a memory touched me on the shoulder I turned to retrace my steps they came from out of nowhere with this acidic stare that scared me and looked contagious “Do you believe in God?” they demanded I eyeballed them and tried to keep moving “Did you hear me?” they said, do you believe in God? Oh, and by the way you do look familiar” I replied, “The existence of an all knowing all powerful being is not a concern of mine” they said, “I’m sorry to hear that, but I will pray for you; you see God needs us to have faith in him” I said, “God does not want you to have faith in him, God wants you to have faith in me” they looked at me bewildered and before they could speak again I left them with these final words, “It’s a sure bet religion is what you get when mortals speak on behalf of immortals” they said, “I believe in God and I’m going to pray for you” and with that, they disappeared into the walls