Letter Dated Saturday, October 11th

Dear Fearless Leader,

When it comes down to the quiet of you and me, I never know what to say to you. I don't know how to think about you. Which is strange because you are infinite and created everything. There should be no shortage of ways to relate to you. But I look around and I see nothing. I guess I'm caught looking for transcendence.

There are these moments of poetry when I can see, but I can't sustain them. I'm not the one in control. Mostly I live in the frustration of knowing there's something more than watching your fallen image glide around the TV screen.

I don't know how to think of heaven either. I know some of its characteristics, but that's not good enough for me. I want to crawl around the heaven in my head. Show me heaven.

Your servant,
BJ