A Winter’s Petition

“Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.”
― Robert Frost

O God, Creator, First Cause, Alpha and Omega, I humbly ask you to grant my petition and in return I promise to never again swear at all those inept and crazy drivers who refuse to slow down, and spray my car with slush in the middle of a snow storm.

Can you please, bestow on me the power to hibernate during the Winter months.

If you will allow me to be more specific.

Please grant me the consolation of drifting into a Winter slumber on November 2 to awaken on Easter Sunday. You will have to allow me a degree of selfishness here. My birthday is November 1 and so I would like to celebrate with my family before going into a deep sleep. I realize that I will be missing your Son’s birthday, but will make up for this by celebrating his resurrection at Easter……..and if the truth be told, wasn’t that the whole point of your Son’s existence, to die and rise again to bring us New Life.

God, you are my inspiration. I’ve had another thought while reciting this. Can you please allow all family members gathered at my birthday party to fall into the same Winter slumber and awaken together at Easter. A bit like the tale of Sleeping Beauty without the spindle, the kiss, and the hundred years.

O Creator of the heavens and earth, I know I’m trying your patience but if you will allow me one more petition.

Can you please extend our lives, by the amount of time lost in Winter hibernation. I don’t wish to be presumptuous but I calculate this as around a 40% longer life. (I’ll be happy with one hundred and fifteen years.)Though I know of course that I cannot hold you to this, as your son recited in his parable ” therefore keep watch as you do not know the day or the hour”.

Dear God, I know I’ve tried your patience today and I am but one of 7.8 billion souls storming the heavens for favors. Ask of me what you wish in return and I will gladly carry out your command. I will now enter into a period of contemplation while I await your word.

Thank you Lord for entering into my soul and telling me what I have to do.

I’ve decided to scrap this petition and just move to Florida.

O God, Creator, First Cause, Alpha and Omega, I humbly ask you to grant my petition and grant me a Green Card for permanent residence in the U.S.A.

Published by imnobodywhoareyou

I'm a husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, mild cultural Catholic, mild Conservative, like to explore ideas. Let's journey together and discover new horizons.

7 thoughts on “A Winter’s Petition

  1. A Winter of c’s. Cold, covid and confusion. As I get older I feel the cold entering my bones. I always feel shivery and tend to reach for the hot chocolate. I am so tired of these covid days. We are practising social distancing and see our grandchildren from the required distance. My grandchildren are saying how much they miss coming around to visit. It was pretty typical to see two or three visiting each weekend. I am confused by the governments response to covid vaccinations. It is negligible and more of the same till at least July. Ho hum. The wheel of life keeps turning and those Nordic sisters are still spinning their web. I dream of Summer and sitting on the deck with a beer and a book. Now I’m getting into the b words.

    Like

Leave a comment

TOTTENHAM ON MY MIND

The Spurs blog that dreams of glory and style

Penny Wilson Writes

A Bit of Me in Every Key Stroke

Elderberry Tea

Creative adventures through prose and poetry that are as calming and exciting as a cup of elderberry tea

Marla's World

Sporadic randomness from a disheveled mind.

moriba's corner

When it becomes too hot, the clouds cry.

Curiosities, Castles and Coffee Shops

The musings of a curious mind

Earthly Comforts

Wildlife Journal Inspired By Nature

Inbarbsworld

"I adore pretty things and witty words." Kate Spade

Endless dreams and boundless imaginations!

We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming

Tales from Glasgow

...and the rest of the world

Awakening Imagination

it is the darkness that's supposed to be temporary.

ladysighs

poetry, thoughts, quotations

Dreams from a Pilgrimage

Now we see through a glass, darkly

inSPIRAtion

Motes of light in the darkness of sculpted shadows

Sound Bite Fiction

where nothing is quite what it seems

The Elephant's Trunk

🐘 Nancy is a storyteller, music blogger, humorist, poet, curveballer, noir dreamer 🐘