Thursday, January 6, 2011

"Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning."

Dear God,

I have had a glorious time on this Earth and under your dominion, and it is a relief in many ways to be entering into your true kingdom. I have left behind loved ones, yes, but I have also discarded this earthly flesh, and with it the sins of the body.

I feel like I am looking out the window at myself, and that the old version of me wants to eat or become me or both, for I am a bird here, or a cat that is a bird.

There will be good things to come. And more good things will come from those things. There is a mortal coil that I have unraveled like a bit of yarn and a point of light as sent from a laser device that is the small red moment I have chased off into the arms of salvation.

Lions too shall bow. I sign off in peace.


Thursday, August 26, 2010

"The people read it and were glad for its encouraging message."

Dear God,

Though I was never blessed with the ability to read, I still know how to read the Bible. And it's not "as poetry."

Poetry is what my owner calls tapping at something for a few hours with his back turned to me, not even interested in brushing me, or else what he is looking at when he's not feeding me, or what I sometime fall asleep on top of.

Heavenly Savior, if you read his book, let me know if it's evil or not. I can't tell, and thus don't know if I'm allowed to sleep on my advanced review copy, or if it's tainted and should thus be burnt in order to cleanse this Earth from the Devil and his army of sin.


Monday, July 5, 2010

"I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands."

Dear God,

Thank you for guiding this nation under your power for the last 234 years. But, let me just say, the way your people celebrate their distinct and blessed independence from that atheistic continent they call the European Union is dark-sided.

Yesterday, my owners threw a 4th of July party. To add insult to injury, they flagrantly disregarded Your Plan, and made it science-themed.

You can't tell me my great-grandfather was a monkey. He was clearly a cat.

But I digress. They put me in a labyrinth in the name of science. As you can see, I escaped, just as I will escape Satan's labyrinth of temptation in my everyday, blessed, and American life.