I sent a text to my angel this morning,
And I got her automatic reply,
"Beulah is not available, she has taken a job
as a spiritual commentator," and I shivered,
oh, not again. Last time she went to Wall Street
to manage a hedge fund."
And I e-mailed her right away, and also left a voicemail.
What would God say about this gig?
And my Iphone pinged and she answered me
in seconds, as she always does, she sleeps with the
phone in her ear, and she said,
God is not easy to reach,
and harder to talk to. Like most men,
he is good at giving orders, but not listening.
Hey, I said, get out of Washington, it's a hell-hole,
and come up here, to my funhouse.
This time, it took a bit longer for her to respond.
Yes, my funhouse, I said.
Where chickens dance.