They begin speaking the words they had been collecting from their stories.
Words that no longer have any real meaning, because,
Perfection cannot know everything.
I pause to ask God, “Choose one or the other:
Omniscience or Perfection.”
He says, “One or the other, Friend?
For you, I chose to be a man;
Though it was a woman you wanted, right?
So perfection seems to be too much,
But I do know what you really need.
This broken conversation that you knew would
Have it, though,
Like a debt that needs paying.
Someday you will know everything, too
And agree that nobody’s perfect.
Something so obvious,
Those who know nothing at all
God giggles as he meanders away.
Then they continue the conversation
Looking for meaning in their story,
Image: Saturday Evening Post