Communique #9

I have been trying to create God for as long as I can remember.

From the raw material of stories, nurture, wonders, gifts, coincidences, dreams and simple joys I have attempted to build Our Father.

As an ongoing work I managed to shave off his beard, make his face a little less fierce and take him down from his throne in the clouds and place him in a nice armchair in a comfortable semi-detached house in a pleasant suburb of Birmingham.

But still he was Our Father.

Over dinner I would ask him many questions and he would share of his wisdom. And from his answers I would shape and reshape his personality.

Over time I saw his dark side, for a while ceased to believe in his perfection, came to embace the dark as part of his character and once again saw his truth marching on.

Then he died.

Our Father,

who art in heaven,

died.

And all I could think as I laid him to rest was of when I asked him to support me when I first rode my bike without stabilisers.

'Don't let go,' I said, 'Don't let go.'

And as I got faster and faster I turned to smile at him but he had let go.

'You're doing it yourself,' he shouted.

I wobbled but carried on.

I have ceased trying to create God.

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