Enough.
When is it enough?
When have I paid enough dues?
When have I carried my cross far enough?
When is the burden heavy enough?

Yes, I know all that crap about not having more
than I can handle.
Just because You ladle it out a little at a time
instead of one, giant lightening bolt
doesn’t make it any easier.

How about a break?
How about a year without troubles or sickness or death?
How about six months?
One month?

Hey! You listening?
Anything?
Something?
Nothing.

Yeah, I know You give me plenty of good things.
I get it. I’m grateful.
I say Thank You. All the time.
JESUS H. CHRIST, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?

Sorry. Didn’t mean to shout.
But I’m really pissed, You know?
Look, I’ll try to keep doing the right thing.
How about a little help though?
A little manna from Heaven so to speak?

I mean, we’re in this together, right?
That’s the deal?
I’ll do my best to hold up my end of the bargin.
I’m counting on You to do the same.

Thanks.
I’m glad we had this talk.

Amen.