You Know Michael's Here Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Dear Father?

'Yes...
Lawrence S. Pertillar.'

Gee,
Why the formality?

'I know you want to lay down something syrupy,
Before you talk Me into delivering some outlandish request.'

Father...
I am shocked and surprised.
I just came to see how You were.
My devotion transcends your assumptions!

'I am about to puke!
What is it that you want from Me?
And be quick!
You have no idea how busy I've been.'

I can imagine.
Father...
Wouldn't it be great,
If You established a love committee?

'Go on!
I'm listening.'

And You assigned Your Angels,
To provoke and monitor its growth.
And gave people the power to just think of love!
With the desire to just want love alone.
Knowing that love heals, cures and mends.
Love fulfills all needs for women and men.
Love accepted...
Protects and respects.
Love ends all sorrows.
Hunger and homelessness.
Love feeds and breeds happiness...
All over this creation You made and we call Earth.
Love instilled and carried...
From one's birth and throughout their lives!
Ends conflicts, deceit and lies.
If love was used as everyone's alibi,
For trying to communicate with one another!

'Are you on crack? '

Father,
Please don't tease me.
I'm not hardly in the mood.
You know me better than that.

'You, My Son...
Are onto something.
I am going to do that immediately.
And 'We'...
All inhabitants on Earth.
Are going to ensure this gets done.

You know Michael's here?
Michael Joseph.'

I know.
I know!