God on My Patio

  I slept in this morning And as I slowly shuffled  Out to my patio I was startled to discover God was already there. Drinking coffee Out of His ‘I Love New York’ Mug.   “Good Morning, Sir.” I said dropping my eyes. “Sorry I’m late.“ “There is no late,” He mused with A kind smile, swallowing a mouthful Of the dark steaming liquid. “There is only now.”   “I always thought you’d be a tea drinker…” I said after a long pause. “Why?” His deep eyes sparkled. “More refined? I guess.” “How little you know about me,” He chuckled.   I nodded as I studied His gentle face. He looked exactly as I had always Imagined. Tan, angular. Eyes a deep golden brown That reflected nebulas and Galaxies.   “I love you.” I blurted out, Embarrassed at being so forward. His eyes glowed with emotion. “And I, you.”   A breeze brushed His hair against His brow. An eagle circled high against an azure sky. A yellow dandelion beckoned a bee. Rose bushes danced delightfully. Like an accordion Time unfolded for centuries.   “Now, what?” My question hung in the silence. “Now – everything.” He replied And He took one more sip of coffee Before vanishing in the morning sun.