Resurrection

RESURRECTION

God lives out there!
God provides my everything.
He approaches from the distorted shapes of infinity, stretches out his
hand and delivers food into my world.
I depend on God for my life.
Did he not rescue me when The Universe shattered and I was cast into
the depths of alien space, bruised, gasping, dying?
Did he not appear bearing a second Universe, raise my dying body and
reinstate me into life?
I remember the day my companion was raised to heaven by God
himself.
Sick for many cycles my companion succumbed to death and lay still in
the firmament. When God came unto me he reached into my universe and
raised the poor dead body of my companion and transported it to certain
resurrection in the realms of the Gods to live forever in Glory.
I feel that my time may soon come to be raised in the hand of God. I
feel a lethargy in my muscles as I move in my universe. My eyes are
becoming dim. The clear distorted distances of infinity become
blurred.
When God came at the last cycle he stood over me, looking down. Great,
good, benevolent God, my protector, my life.
I fear not death, for death is but the brief transition, the
metamorphosis of rebirth into the glory of God where I will lay by the
right hand of God and bask in his glory for ever.
Death, I welcome you, come quickly, let this mortal mundane existence
cease to be a barrier between this humble servant of God and the
Eternal Life that is to come.
Ahh, the sweet moment of rebirth is nigh. Darkness fills my eyes.
Blackness enfolds my brain.
My God, I come to you.

God dipped his hand into the finite universe and gently raised the
pathetic, still, dead body.
He transported it into the distorted infinity and sent it on its long
journey.
As the body was washed away in the swirling waters, God turned to his
wife and said,
"That's the second bloody goldfish that's died this week!"

The end