Visitation

Last night I was visited by God,
(I was asleep at the time)

I was running away,
From God knows what,
Carrying something that,
I was desperate to keep from hands,
Whose intent was less than good.
And only once I had given up,
Thrown my package away,
Surrendered to fate,
Did the sky split asunder,
And He did appear.

God turned out to be pretty cool,
A middle aged man,
Smooth featured, aged well,
With a natty dress sense,
And a sparkle in his eye.

He asked me some questions,
And was looking for replies,
Which were not the obvious,
Not a gut reaction,
He wanted me to pause,
Consider all the angles,
And then deliver forth.
The consideration pleased him,
For he smiled at my words.

And at the end of this time,
With everything calm,
Threat melted away,
Everything fading,
There were no right answers,
Just a train of nurtured thought,
Whose tracks need not be laid.