Sometimes I Imagine

Sometimes I pray,
like this morning.
Sometimes I imagine
I hear answers:

“Why do you see
yourself
as a criminal?

“Who told you
I keep track of
your sins
of omission
and commission?

“As if I need
a CPA or I
keep a prosecutor
on staff, or I
spend my days
on the bench
wearing a black robe
and dividing
sheep from goats?

“I’m more into my
Parties for Prodigals
Program, my
Rags-to-a-Robe-
and-a-Ring
thing,
my Sit At the Head
of the Table,
This One’s for You
Banquet.”

Sometimes I’m not
sure where to
draw the line
between what
I imagine and
what I hear.

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