Eating Out and Saying Grace

There we all were, around the table while my oldest son offered up his prayer once more to the God he creates, as I have done those years ago, when all of us could squeeze that venerable omniscient glory into one (rather noisy) tiny space. We, loving each other, held hands of course, never murmering dissent--I asked myself, "Why not?" there was a god somewhere. ... No! Not "a" god... there was GOD! (damn it) and no "where" that I could place. Not a thing, no superanimal, NOTHING I might ever think about. How dare I? But sure. I'm thankful. I do agree each one of us should be. To whom, you say? Even if we trust that every paramecium will be a being--what of that? God is a being, too? Sorry. Much too big for that. My tablemates might wonder just what brand of faith I claim. Beloved, I have no religion left in me. We may, of course acknowlege God as we acknowlege us; we are the same. Is there an "us?" Oh. "Amen" The fries are so delicious here. ~