Dear Lord

  She said, “If you were to come face to face with God, and could ask only one question, what would it be?" I laughed. “Just one?" I couldn't bring myself to answer her because I couldn't choose. Just one?!  Dear Lord,  There is so much I want to know. Like how was life like for you before you created heaven and earth? Why did you put the tree of the knowledge of good and evil in the garden of Eden? Can all the angels change their form like Lucifer did? Turning into a talking serpent? Why did you choose to curse your creation when you could have easily given them a second chance? Wasn't cursing the ground so it brings forth thorns and thistles going a little too far for a people that you love? Why did you drive them out of the garden and keep them away from the tree of life? Knowing how painful it is to lose a loved one? I've read about the shadow of death. Does death have a form? How did you feel when the people from Noah's time were drowning from the flo

 Dear Lord, Here I am sitting on a toilet seat swiping through my gallery. I find myself staring at a picture of the sun set. I can't help but wonder how you paint the sky!? It is so beautiful. I swipe left and nineteen year old me appears. She is smiling with her head plaited with cornrows tilted to the right a bit. A habit I haven't outgrown. She is in her white shirt tucked into a navy blue pleated skirt. She has her tie neatly in place and a blazer over that. She's wearing white ankle socks and black school shoes. Clean. I can tell she didn't know what to do with her hands from the way she is standing. She is standing infront of a brown brick building. The science laboratories block, if my memory serves me right. She looks beautiful. She looks at peace. She looks content. I press the power button and put my phone in the pocket of my hoodie. I flush the toilet and quickly walk out trying by all means to avoid any questioning stares. You know the what were you doing f

 Dear Lord, He is the ultimate expression and extension of all the elements that make up the universe. Fire. Air. Earth. Water. A feel of his fingers exploring my body lights it aflame. Setting little fires in places I never knew could burn. Quiet crackles reminding me of that my constant state of smouldering can be turned into seven seconds of wild firecrackers. He is fire. Him pulling me close, making me forget how to breath. An action that comes so natural to me. Gravity's pull suddenly feels like a push. Allowing me to float into the sky. Gently drifting into the clouds. Knocking on Heaven's door. Breath in. Hold it. Breath out. He is air. A feel of him becoming one with me. Intertwining our fingers as we dig deep to find the treasures buried deep within. To tap into the core of who we are. Molten rock. Turned dust. Turned flesh. He is earth. I dance with him to the point of no return. I dance with him to the point where the sea meets the sky. The climax. He got me surfing