GOD AND ME.

Posted: November 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

If you truly want to hear about it, then you’d no doubt want to know about the the piercing silvery eyes that were watching God, or His equivalent, a statue, portrait, figure-whatever, that was stoically staring down at him from it’s position on the extremely decorated wall. You’d want to hear about the raw emotions that were creating a geyser somewhere in his stomach, threatening to erupt in a volley of steam at any moment.
Still, he watched God.
And God watched him.
The loud silence was eerily noticeable in the gigantic church. It seemed to stretch on from the rows of empty pews to the high doors at the entrance.
He should probably not look at the crucifix in such rage. He should tame his expression-school it to suit the environment. But he can’t.
He knows in his confused mind that he shouldn’t blame God, he shouldn’t glare daggers at the figure on the wall.
Didn’t the same God not get him out of a tough place once upon a hard time?
He begrudgingly breaks eye contact with God and wills his emotions to tame themselves.
He looks down at his folded hands, still confused,
Maybe he should ask for an answer instead, an insight as to why it had to happen,
If he was lucky, he would even get an encounter with God Himself.
He chuckles, glancing back at God.
Would He chance an encounter with little him? He doubts it.
Perhaps in another lifetime.
His raw emotions have surprisingly subsided and the geyser has turned into a garden of roses, blooming with majestic petals.
He looks up at God, and smiles, his silvery eyes crinkling at the sides.
He swears he almost sees God smiling back.

V.O

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