To know God,
to truly know God.
That’s what I want more
He’ll come to me as a friend
and sit by my side.
He’ll sing to me of love, joy,
and inner tranquility.
He’ll tell me what a good girl
I’ve been all my life,
and how pleased He is with
the paths that I have chosen.
When tears run down my cheeks,
He’ll wrap His arms around me
and hold me tight, not letting go
until the shuddering subsides.
We’ll share cool water from my fridge,
some homemade bread, and a bowl
of fresh fruit, picked off the trees in
my backyard. Before we begin, we’ll
bow our heads and offer thanks for
all the good and kind people in the
world, for peace, for love, and for
self-acceptance. I won’t like that last one.
When He bites into the apple and juice
runs down His chin, I’ll snap a photo,
and then we’ll laugh.
He’ll take a picture of me smiling, so that
I may treasure it forever.
After our meal, I’ll invite Him to spend
the night. We’ll have a slumber party
with popcorn and a G-rated movie.
He’ll sleep in the front bedroom, and
when I close my eyes that night,
I’ll sleep soundly until late the next day,
for the first time in a long, long while.
In the morning, He’ll wake me with the
warmth of His smile. I’ll feel tingly all
over, and when I get up, that feeling will
cling like plastic wrap.
Before He leaves later that afternoon,
He’ll pull me aside and whisper in my ear.
Like a gentle breeze, I’ll hear Him say
that He will be my one best friend.