I used to have a dream where
I had won first prize in a
church raffle: lunch with God
where, over, thin-crust pizza,
I could ask him three questions.
I always lead with an inquiry
about why he made humans
“The hyenas” sayeth God,
as the waitress pours more wine,
“said I didn’t a sense of humor.”
“Guess you showed them, huh?”
replyeth I, with a nod
In my dream, God then laughs
uproariously – looking, for just a
moment like my late uncle Paul
(without salad stuck in his teeth)
This is where the dream always
ends, leaving me to ponder; was
it just a lame dollar-a-ticket raffle,
or am I not much of a dreamer?
One reply on “Not a deep sleep”
That was a cute article. I always wonder about God myself.