One evening I sat and called on the Big Guy. You know, the Big Guy in the Sky. The Head Honcho. The Big Cheese. They say you really gotta pray long and hard to get his...beg pardon, His, attention. And even that is iffy.
They are wrong. It took about fifteen minutes. And He was standing in front of me.
He was smaller than I expected and several pounds overweight. He needed a shave.
"Wazzup?" He said.
"I need a boon."
He belched. He had onion on his breath. And alcohol.
His shirt was half-buttoned; looked like he might have put his clothes on hastily.
"Yeah well, who doesn't?"
"So you'll give me a blessing then?" I asked.
He scratched his stubbly chin and looked at me with a shrewd eye, sizing me up. Then He shrugged, "Awright, let's boogie. But make it quick. You kinda caught me in the middle of something."
We had a short conversation then.
He offered comfort. I asked for strength.
He offered fame. I asked for sweat.
He offered love. I asked for respect.
He offered friends and lovers. I asked for loneliness.
He offered peace. I asked for pain.
He offered More. I asked for Less.
He offered to make me a ruler of Men. I asked Him to make me a ruler of Myself.
He shrugged and said that He didn't have these things to give that I asked for, I was on my own on this, so sorry. I smiled and said that I understood completely.
He said that I was a little weird. I thanked Him for his time.
He didn't stay long.
I sat by myself after He left and thought of cabbages and kings. Outside, it grew dark as the ebony night slowly strangled the yellow evening.
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3 comments:
How did you conclusively determine that he was indeed the big guy? Just curious.
Not big guy; Big Guy. He's touchy about these things. :-)
How did I determine He was the Big Guy? I didn't.
I liked Him though; He looked jaded and bored in such a charming way. Just before leaving, He told me He'd rather not have this job. "You won't believe the hours," He said.
"How's the money?" said I.
"Ha!" said He.
You know.. I think your description does sound rather familiar. I think I may have met Him once. The last I heard, He's considering a corporate re-structuring. The Board does not think He's done His job well and I even hear that He has started succession planning and is taking resumes. George Bush has applied. He thinks he's pretty darn close to Him and even thinks he can act like Him. I hear Sonia has applied as well. Let's see how that goes. In any case we're screwed.
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