Fish and Chips

I know we haven’t had the best of relationships,
We don’t talk as much like we use to over fish and chips,
But I see you in a different way,
Not as a man  
But as something bigger than what the human brain can comprehend,
You’re like…
The universe…
And all the good that life represents,
Yet we’re free to choose in what to believe.
 
I’m not mad or angry at anything,
I’m just sad at how everything has turned out to be,
How the ugly the world can get,
It’s like they forget  
About kindness and sympathy.
Many choose to turn their backs on their beliefs,
And then wonder why the world is getting so shitty.
 
I know I’m not the best at much of anything,
I try to be a good person starting from within,
I try to show compassion and put out good vibes,
And besides,
I’m a little leery of the way religion has used your name,
It’s become a circus in a political game,
Because it feels like many have lost sight.
 
But the only thing I ask of you…
Is to give me the patience and wisdom in what I do,
Because that’s what your son asked of us,
To show one another love.
Dear God.