The Operator

For the love of God I fall me down,
To my knees, I pray, hands together, 
hear me please!  I don't know you.

But I want to... see the eyes
that shine so blue.  They say it's true.
Never read your Book, I know you look.
You check to see me too.
Is it You?

" Know Dice..." my head said twice.
" This Way..." called the Indian.
Game field is Hear, and the games in play.

A spectator?  A ghost or a Commentator?
Know.  It's God, answers The Operator.

Oh crap its true! 

For the love of God I fall me down,
To my knees, I pray, hands together, 
hear me please!  I don't know you.

~click~
Oh my it's true! The wire is in
and the patch panel knew.... 

~ Hows that duck ~
Oh what luck! He saw me through!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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May 13, 2009 at 1:06 PM
I like the essence of this poem and the message. Keep praying with a purpose. This also has a twist of humor. The motivation is touching and I like it. Great job! ~Joseph
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