I met God for coffee the other day and we chatted about the days I still believed in him. Sipped my latte and chuckled when he said he still believed in me. We made small talk on the worsening weather and the sorry state of politics. Hung our heads about how little we could do to change their course. Reminisced about old friends we don’t keep in touch with. He mentioned Adam, Eve, all the old prophets. People change after they die, he says, after they get a better glimpse of all the mysteries of the universe. Why hang around an old know-it-all, when they nearly know it all? Looking at the table, tracing a single line of grain back to the seed it came from, he mentioned his son wasn’t speaking with him. Something about feeling used. I ordered him another espresso and we shared an apple muffin. Sometimes, he whispers, he wishes he could just start over. But, promises are promises. I hold his right hand and smile, saying time heals all wounds, but the scars we leave on our children lay in their hearts forever. Mean, perhaps. But what’s a harsh platitude to God? He wrote them all. And I don’t want to dwell on the scars I’ve left behind.
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Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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This is exceptional writing. Filled with longing and tinged with regrets. If only we could start over! And oh so very clever. I agree that this should be a top story!
Wow this is a very interesting poem. Love it.
oh my love the way you wrote this, coffee outing with G-d!! the lines here are so good!
This is a terribly clever pair of lines: "Looking at the table, tracing a single line of grain back to the seed it came from, he mentioned his son wasn’t speaking with him. Something about feeling used." Well done!
Wow. I imagine that's exactly how a conversation with God would now nowadays. Excellent work.
Absolutely terrific. I hope this gets Top Story 👏
Well, I’m a tad bit jealous and hope God shows up for the dinner I have planned. This was a really great premise full of intrigue and riddled with truth! Beautifully written, Shaun! May the TS gods take notice!
Shaun. This was exceptional. I do wonder if God is despondent. Perhaps he'll meet me for coffee too and we can have a chat. Do you know where He likes to hang out?
Wow! This is profound and superb! I loved this coffee chat. The end has a twist that could be read several ways - is this being who created God? It is His “son?” Or just a “regular” soul? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I met Satan for coffee the other day. He said he changed his name to Irene and satanists were praying to the wrong entity! Good work! ❤️
I love how this feels like a quiet, personal conversation—so casual yet packed with meaning. The mix of humor and deep thoughts makes it really relatable. That line about scars and promises hits hard too. Feels like something you'd sit with long after the coffee's gone.