Every night before my evening meal, my agnostic family says the following prayer.
Dear Whomever,
I pray that you and your other gods, or you by yourself, are infinite, or finite, or non-deity-like in every way. Your singular or plural wisdom knows either no bound or plenty of bound.
We hope to follow your path of loving kindness, stern vengeance, or that "grey area" in between, depending on who you actually are.
When we die, our souls will go to Heaven, Hell, some kind of holding place, to the body of a stray dog, or to the "Uni-mind." You decide.
And thanks for the chicken. It looks great.
A-men, praise be to Allah, and l'chaim!
Photo by greggoconnell
Dear Whomever,
I pray that you and your other gods, or you by yourself, are infinite, or finite, or non-deity-like in every way. Your singular or plural wisdom knows either no bound or plenty of bound.
We hope to follow your path of loving kindness, stern vengeance, or that "grey area" in between, depending on who you actually are.
When we die, our souls will go to Heaven, Hell, some kind of holding place, to the body of a stray dog, or to the "Uni-mind." You decide.
And thanks for the chicken. It looks great.
A-men, praise be to Allah, and l'chaim!
Photo by greggoconnell
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