"Take a break," I suggest to God,
who looks as ragged as a bitch
giving birth to her 12th litter of pups.

"Have you seen my inbox?" God asks.
"Never been so full:
demands, rants, requests for healing,
so much anguish,
so many crushed hearts–
it's overwhelming!
Where do all these people come from?"

"You created them?" I suggest.

"But not to be this needy!
Heavens, why don't they take care of each other?
That was my intention."

"E-mail is easier." 

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.