God’s Postman

God's Postman

The forest-zippered path left him at the summit winded but determined. He lay the items out in dusk's last light - prayer mat, crucifix, mala beads, and Kiddush cup.

Somewhere just before the place the horizon hemmed land and sky, the first prayer arced heavenward. The second prayer lumbered heavily, pulling silence behind it like a gravity challenged tide, preparing the firmament. And then they came at speed:

Petitions large and small ...
The selfish and the humble;
The great wants and the simple asks ~
The confused ministrations and sacred words;
all knitted in some grand indecipherable design

He fished the sky for the answers, dropping pieces of God's correspondence over the mat and mala and crucifix and Kiddush cup

And he moved from summit to Mosque to TempleChurch and Synagogue, leaving God's replies and cloaking himself in the Holy, always ready for the next mountain top summons, harvest and delivery.