Prayers

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When the cares
of my heart
are many,
Thy consolations
cheer my soul.
[Psalms 94:19]
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"I don't think it's
fair, Lord!"

[CALM VOICE.]
"What,
My precious."

"We never get any
FEEDBACK!"

[SILENCE.]

"About NOTHIN'!"

[NOD.]
"Ah.
I see."
[SLIGHT RUMBLE.]

(Squint up at the ceiling.)
"What was THAT?"

[CALM VOICE.]
"A Small Rumble."

(Chuckle!)
"No, SERIOUSLY...."

"I AM Serious,
My child."

"I'm SERIOUS!"

[ANOTHER RUMBLE,
THIS TIME SLIGHTLY
BIGGER.]
"So AM I."

"No.....LISTEN!"

[PATIENT FROWN.]
[GAZE DOWN ON SCUFFY
HEAD OF PRECOCIOUS CHILD.]
[NOD.]
"Go on."

"How come, we never
get any ACKNOWLDGMENT?
When we.....PRAY?"

[PATIENT GAZE.]
"What were you
suggesting,
Mein kinder."

(Thoughtful squint.)
"I dunno......some sort'a
WAY we'd all know
You were working...."

[PATIENT GAZE
OF A LOVING
FATHER.]
"On WHAT."

"On.......
on our PRAYER REQUESTS!"
OUR PRAYER REQUESTS!"

"I see."
[PATIENT PAUSE.]
"And, what would you
like,
My precious."

(Innocent shrug.)
"I DUNNO!
SOMETHIN'!"

[PATIENT NOD.]
[GAZE AT THE MOON.]
[SIGH.]

"How about......
like a, FEATHER?"

[CHUCKLE.]

"Yeah.....like,
a FEATHER!
...Falling on our HEADS.....
Ya know: right after
we send UP A PRAYER!"

[LOUDER CHUCKLE.]
"A feather."

"YEAH!"
(Squint up at the ceiling.)
"I think that would be
GREAT!
HEY!
That way...we'd KNOW!"

[PATIENT NOD.]
"What sort of feather,
My beloved."

"I DUNNO!
GOOSE?"

"What sort of goose,
little one."

"Ya know: GOOSE!"

[PATIENT VOICE.]
"I Created
several kinds,
My precious."

(Sleepy shrug.)
"I dunno.....I guess,
You could CHOOSE....."

"Go to sleep,
My beloved."

"Will You THINK
about it,
Lord?"

[NOD.]

(Closing eyes.)
"Yeah.....we could
have all these GOOSE
FEATHERS.......
flyin' around."

[SMILE.]
[A KISS FALLS
DOWN FROM HEAVEN.]
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O come!
Let us worship
and bow down,
let us kneel
before the Lord,
our Maker!
[Psalms 95:6]

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