BROKEN: God? What did I do wrong?
WHISPER: No matter, those among you; nigh your own heartache, brings your tomorrow for it is your own.
BROKEN: M’kay – can you elaborate? Perhaps with pictures and some crayons?
WHISPER: You are not new to me, my heart has felt your crave from the beginning of all things.
BROKEN: Right, okay. So am I working with the 5-pack and the place-mat from Big Boy or should I be looking for the 400 color deluxe package? You know; for all the blurry lines?
WHISPER: The lines are written.
BROKEN: Have you read your written Word lately? It isn’t exactly a “keep you up at night until its finished” kinda book. Just sayin’.
WHISPER: Your prayers define the lines, color them as you will.
BROKEN: What? Wait! Back the truck up! Prayers! You hear me?
WHISPER: Write the thoughts that come to you when you feel the waters wrap around your fingers while adrift upon the pool talking to me.
BROKEN: It’s there. Always is; I just can’t wrap my head around the words to make someone else feel it.
So it goes.
WHISPER: Those you’ve let inside will know.
BROKEN: Night God.