It’s Over

I’m overwhelmed by my failure to live up to whom I was suppose to be by now.

I’m sealed up, in my coffin, waiting for the lowering and the scoops of dirt.

I can’t hear any tears, nor any handfuls of dirt being lightly sprinkled by loved ones left behind.

Just a cold, dark waiting… here at the end of my days.

I lift my eyes up to heaven, and tell God how he’s let me down.

I’m being let down, into a 6-foot pit dug by anonymous grave diggers.

Just then, God, busy with some intricate matter, has one eye adorned with one of those high powered magnifying lenses you see jewelers use, just above that there’s a visor, above these, a low hanging bright light illuminates his workspace.

He sighs, as my words arrive at his ear, it’s a patient, loving sigh.

“Who is it that has disappointed expectations of you?”

he asks, turning towards me, after having lifted his visor and letting the lens pop out into his lightly outstretched hand,

“I, myself, am very pleased with you, and the life you are living. Why don’t you come out from under those covers and make us both a coffee”

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