The editor told me of 'God in Texas'
She felt it was incomplete
Perhaps she wanted a happy ending
I gave her what was in me
We did not have a conversation
about process theology and the
incompleteness of God,
We did not hear the tone of
each others voice or how long
I was kept on hold before being
granted entree by a secretary.
E-mail as blessing can also hold it curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem