He doesn't 'bother' anyone. He watches everyone. He listens, But, he doesn't knock on doors. We knock on his. He wouldn't 'bust it up'. He would'n't force himself, upon a party. He wouldn't 'blow your cover'...he is not the one, to do such things. He doesn't lie. He only stays away from yours.
You make bad decisions. You blame. You snarl. You cry...a full grown thing. You have tantrums. You think he wants to entertain 'that'? He doesn't do 'kids' well. 'Infants' are not his thing. You tend to 'claim', they're yours. He makes them. He made us all.
He started this, a long long time ago...and we denied him, from then to now. Then we ask 'a blessing', after everything we've broken and expect an instant grace, but we don't thank the animal or vegetable...that gave itself in sacrifice, that we might go on...being miserable, acting out...our ridiculous cause.
But, God doesn't argue, or get in our face. He doesn't even ask, if we want his advice. There's all 'this material'. We don't even crack a page. It isn't 'unbelievable'. It isn't 'unavailable'. It's just 'pure disinterest', and the prevalent 'trend', that we are 'alone' in the universe.
What a crock of 'beans and gas'!
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: crock of beans, google pic
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