a friend is fond of putting God
in all areas of her life
God has a plan
she always stresses that
Nothing happens by accident
There is no such thing
as Random
when she eats God is in every
bit, the icing in the cake
the sugar in it
every grain of rice
every shred of fish
every molecule in the cola drink
i find her amazing
how could have God so entrenched her every cell
with faith?
i couldn't help comparing herself to me
and i guess i need a lot of grace if not pity
or sympathy for my apathy
She is naive, and she is always prayerful
wherever she is
be it in a bus, in a ship, on a sled,
or a horse, a mule,
or in a magic carpet
perhaps
her mouth always mumbles for God
God is sunshine, God is rain, God is the sea
God is land, God is air
...until we talk about money.
The world suddenly changes.
Prayers stopped.
Suspicion, like sunshine spreads
to every nook of
the heart. And now
the language changes from rough
to harsh.
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