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God’s Waiting Room
Pair with One of Us in Prince’s version
I am in the water. The current pulls me toward the vortex. I have been here many times before. I am no longer what I was. I died.
I walk in a tall wooden door to enter a small space that opens up to a cavernous room. In front of me is a wide glass front desk where two ladies sit. They are both wearing headsets. Behind them, it says “God’s Waiting Room” in big letters. I step up to the lady on the left and say
“They told me to check in here?”
The lady flashes me a professional smile.
“Yes,” she says, “can I get your name?”
I tell her my name, and as usual, I then have to spell it. She keys it in on a keyboard projected onto the glass surface. A message displays on the screen also on the surface, and I wonder if God uses Windows or IOS. Maybe Linux.
“Thank you,” she says, “if you take a seat in there a technician will be with you shortly.” She points me to the big room.
I walk in there. It is a church room turned luxury spa. Thirty foot stone walls vaulting together at the top. Tall stain glass windows high up. White sofas are spread throughout on the lush grass green carpet. On either end of the sofas are side tables with magazines, People, Time, and Real Simple hailing…
