The Rest

God wants me inside of him.

I wish I were you. When I go outside, I feel the big blue sky is you and I.

Where is Pat?

I have always known who I am. I know my name and my past. I know what I will do with the rest of me.

Indoors... life is left behind us, the rest is left ahead. We are sweetly swept through the doorway.

God, please correct me if I'm wrong.