God's Laundry

around seven years old, maybe a little less, maybe a little more, I don't know.

I had a dream.

And in my dream I saw God.

I was sitting on a huge white cloud up in the sky.

I was seated on the edge of it with my legs dangling beyond the cloud.

And in front of me was this enormous being.

And I knew, he's God.

Although he had no clothes on, he didn't seem naked.

I mean, he seemed so complete.

So this is God.

He's so beautiful.

And I kept looking at him.

But I head on A lacy white dress, like you wear at the communion and things like that.

A lovely lacy white dress, which, as a matter of fact, I had worn at my own naujot, which is communion, so it must be a little over seven.

And I'm wondering if God is admiring it, if God is noticing it.

I hope he sees my lovely white dress.

I'm very conscious of my lovely dress.

So I straighten it and put the lace properly over me.

And I look up at him and I say, I hope he's seen it.

This is good.

I hope he's seen it.

And as I'm sitting there, and it doesn't say a thing.

It's just his presence, this beautiful, big, huge, enormous being, and little me at the edge of the cloud watching him.

And then I happen to look over the cloud, look down over the cloud.

And a little distance away, in midair, there seemed to be a laundry rope, a laundry line.