Kissing a woman, the taste of sweet wine on her lips, my hands on her full breasts feeling her heat, is knowing the presence of God. Like Moses at the Burning Bush, the voice appears in the fire.
Filling the car with gas and spilling a little on your shoe is knowing the presence of god. Saving the bit of the pretzel with the most grains of salt until last is knowing the presence of god. A baby who greedily demands your keys, only to toss them on the floor, laugh, and demand them again, and then giving him your keys one more time, is knowing the presence of god. Seeing what you want at the bottom of page six in your Google search is knowing the presence of god. If you believe in a god, you don’t need a burning bush to hear Him. He, She, or It is everywhere. It’s the knowing, not the presence, that is the important part.
Which is not to say that kissing a woman, the taste of sweet wine on her lips, your hands on her full breasts feeling her heat, ain’t a damn fine thing.
My husband doesn’t read blogs, but I forced him to read this one so he could writhe in the giddy joy of this post and this comment. He says he’s still not going to read blogs, but this was worth the trip from the kitchen to my office.
Neil Kramer has been writing about his life online since 2005. He has worked for Disney and HBO. Neil lives in NYC. You can contact him at neilochka on yahoo.
Well, Good morning Mr. Kramer!
Tell me more about your God 🙂
Filling the car with gas and spilling a little on your shoe is knowing the presence of god. Saving the bit of the pretzel with the most grains of salt until last is knowing the presence of god. A baby who greedily demands your keys, only to toss them on the floor, laugh, and demand them again, and then giving him your keys one more time, is knowing the presence of god. Seeing what you want at the bottom of page six in your Google search is knowing the presence of god. If you believe in a god, you don’t need a burning bush to hear Him. He, She, or It is everywhere. It’s the knowing, not the presence, that is the important part.
Which is not to say that kissing a woman, the taste of sweet wine on her lips, your hands on her full breasts feeling her heat, ain’t a damn fine thing.
I like your religion…also, this post is beyond distracting to me! Hope the kissing continues….
Goodness! Where’s the “Like” button?
Ooh, there’s a joke in that, isn’t there?
If her bush is burning, she should see a doctor.
My husband doesn’t read blogs, but I forced him to read this one so he could writhe in the giddy joy of this post and this comment. He says he’s still not going to read blogs, but this was worth the trip from the kitchen to my office.
reminds me of a lovely song by Jann Arden. Love is the only soldier.
I wouldn’t know. But I’ll take your word for it!
Good for you, sir. Good for you.
I suppose that I could use more God in my life, then 🙂
I finally find a religion I can buy into!