My father who is in heaven,
I sure do miss you like hell.
I’ve got friends who pray to
Mary the mother of God.
You were a close friend of God,
one of the true-bluest I knew, so
I’m betting if it works with Mary
then it’s got to work with you too.
Yes, you know some would take issue
with this, that such prayer siphons
off glory earmarked for God as if
God is a car and glory is God’s gas,
as if God’s low fuel light might
come on and God might get nervous…
Mom misses you like crazy. I believe
you miss her too although I don’t
understand how grief works in heaven.
Some would insist there’s no grief
there, but I’ve wondered about that lately.
Maybe it’s not contaminated like it is
down here. Maybe grief where you are
is pure, and as such burns cleaner and
brighter, more efficient. Maybe.
I love you, Dad. Talk to you soon.