God's Wormhole

God has a little wormhole in the sky,
where He sits on His end and I on mine,
in private dialogue just He and I,
so I can be in touch with the Divine.

My words sail faster than the speed of light,
my thoughts can land beyond the universe,
the words, in fact, I don't have to recite,
the thoughts I need not ever here rehearse.

God doesn't even have to hear a word,
He knows my prayer before I start to pray,
no amplifier’s needed to be heard,
He reads my secret heart that I betray.

O God, I pray my soul someday will fly
through--thick or thin--our wormhole in the sky.

                      -- by Pete Voelz       4/07