I spell God “G-D” to make Him seem more a mystery.

Like G-D needs more mystery, huh!

My possibly imaginary Friend has emerald eyes . . . I think.

I don’t know.

What do I know.

Nothing . . .

THAT’s what I know . . .

because I’ve not yet stared into my Friend’s eyes like I so long to do . . . I think.

Maybe I do, maybe I’m too scared to do THAT.

OK maybe I don’t look into the Face of G-D.

Maybe I just listen to His Voice,

His still, small Voice.

Maybe I’m too scared to do THAT too.