God Dog

I’ve scribbled a million prayers disguised as poems; why won’t you speak to me? Can you at least tell me where my checkered golfing socks are? I once had a dog that could translate Your needs and expectations, now I only have Google or I read the works of Sufi mystics, and they all talk a lot. I’ll keep on writing angry, comic, sad, tragic, hopeful words until you say: Enough! You will have to read them also for omnipresence means everywhere – I checked. If you want to call me to discuss these concerns, and if there is no other way, will you please return as a dog again, a dopey black Labrador, a snappy terrier, or a neurotic Sheltie they all would work, but of course as always, the breed is up to You.