GROPING FOR GOD

I met this priest today, he reminded me of Ghandi or that Obiwan guy in Star Wars, “What is your deepest desire son? God speaks to us through our desires.” he said. “Desire and God, do you think they’re in bed together, Father?” “You betcha, in bed, bare assed with the covers pulled up over their heads.” “God knows I have plenty of desires.” I considered reflectively. “Do you suppose when I get the evil wandering eye, that’s less God and when I help some poor lost soul down on their luck, that more God?” “Sure son, its all God. He’s all over the place - busy as heck, can’t sit down...just like you.” “Just the guilt free open spaces, God and me?” I pondered this theological vista for a moment. Made me feel all warm and gooey inside. So I decided to grope my way around - see if I could find some desire in me. Desire  that burns bright; Hotter then an erotic melt down. Shinier then a Hog Harley 5000, and More curvaceous then my sweet love Donna. Desire so hot it consumes me. Burns the foolishness right out of me. The ants right off my pants. Dear sweet God, let me see your face in the frying pan of my desires and in the cool, cool waters of my awakening. Amen. Written March 1st, 2001 © on Jun 02 2001 07:07 AM PST   0 • 10