Among the age-worn stones
The many crumpled, crumbling notes
A bright blue envelope -- "To God"

Never thought before
Of such a direct way
Of sending messages to God

What might be written there
Inside that blue envelope
Bearing a private address label?

God, why all the suffering
Why all the evil?
Could bear it better if I understood

God, how to survive
In this trouble- and pain-torn world?
Would make out better if I had directions

God, what to do
With all the blinding beauty?
Could do my bit better if I was aware of my role

God, how to pray
In my gaping incompleteness?
Would perform better if I could fathom Your depths

God, send me answers
Accept my envelope
Fill my soul with creativity, purpose and love