Prompt for Hour Six – Text Prompt

The earth is actually flat, you look over the edge and what do you see? Describe it.

 

Conversations with God

 

Should have been the stuff of nightmarish fright.

But strangely it wasn’t, it felt right,

as I stepped up to the edge of the night.

To the very last ledge of light.

Below the beyond, it was Bright.

And white. And White. White.

 

‘Are you God,’ I asked?

Aware that this was not the time to rhyme.

I knew the light; I lit it every morning.

 

Lighted my lamp, daily.

Cleansed. After my shower.

Tense. I did nothing, said nothing,

till I lit my little diya

and prayed for the day ahead.

 

‘We meet every morning,’ said the light.

Shame floods my blood,

my prayers were nought but greed.

Negotiations. Wants. Needs.

 

‘You get the plumber to fix the leak today, God

and I promise to write 2000 words.’

‘You get her an A in biology, God

and I promise to let her party with friends this weekend.’

And more recently,

‘You make my Ma better, God

and I promise to give up CandyCrush forever.’

 

‘Can we talk now, please God?’

I whispered. I Prayed. We Talked.

And talked, as the ground beneath me

swelled and curved and rolled

back to Life. As I wakened.