_____ by Niejima
I see God as and old man with a heavy gray beard wearing overalls and sitting in his lazy
boy
chair with a remote control watching numerous television screens.
I see myself in contrast to this picture as a five year old child with no front teeth with blue
jean
coveralls and a wild afro.
As God watches the world and keeps abreast of the things happen here I play at his feet and
he
pats me gently on the head and I know that I am loved.
I soon tire of playing with trucks and cars and wander around the house. As I look out the
kitchen window beyond the razor wire that separates our property, I see children playing.
They seem to be having a lot of fun and there are no adults anywhere in site. I run and ask
God
can I go and play with them and he tells me, "No my child for there is no one there who loves
you
like I do."
I temporarily accept this answer and continue to play at his feet....but the sound of the
children
playing grows stronger as I am aware of them now.
I slowly creep to the kitchen window and watch them playing merrily. I am filled with
longing
and want.
I go to the yard and they come to the fence and tempt me saying, "Come out and play we
will
be the best of friends."
As I look for a way out of the yard and the only way to get out is over the fence.
The children have resumed playing louder and more boisterous than before.
So I make up my mind to climb the fence. As I try to climb the fence I get caught on
the razors
and the begin to cut into my flesh...I call to the children to help me but they laugh and run away.
The more I struggle the deeper the razors cut. I have no choice but to call on God to help
me.
I scream at the top of my voice as tears stream down my face.
I hear him get up and walk to the kitchen window. He sees me hanging on the fence bloody
and
bruised and he comes and lovingly lifts me of the fence.
He takes me into the house and tends my wounds. He patches me up but he never chastises
me
nor says a critical word.
As tears stream down my face he cups my chin in his massive but soft hand and says, "No
matter
what you do I will always love you."
As he look into my eyes I know his words are true.
He smiles and kisses me on my forehead and all is better.
Slowly as my wounds begin to heal and I resume my place playing at his feet...the sound of
the
children again grows louder.
As time goes by I look at God to see if he can here them. He makes no move to acknowledge
the
sound as he flicks through the channels.
I slowly get up and walk to the kitchen...I look out the window and see the children playing.
A smile slowly creeps upon my face as I reach up ...and close the window.
I resume my place at God's feet. He reaches over and pats my head no words need to be
spoken
for I know he loves me.
