I met God today

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25.11.19, 4.25pm 

 
I met God today.
At least I think I did.

He was walking his dog
on the beach and
he had a kindly face
as those possessed of dogs often do.

Kindliness is close to Godliness.
Dogliness is even closer.

We passed by silently
with a mutual nod of the head.

I, with a million million questions, a million million whys,
walked on without stopping ... even to pet God's dog

As did God
keeping the answers to himself
for another day



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