When this blogger makes it to heaven

Before I ask God a long list of queries;

After I give Him a big bear hug;

Before I touch His felicitous face;

After I kiss His pleasing palm;

I’d whisper reverently

Your name, your name my friend:

To bless your heart, bless your heart

For blogging and being a blessing

For greater good, greater good.

I bet He knows you, He knows you pal.

But He’d most likely air,

“Alright!

But you’re being redundant daughter.

You kept saying that prayer for your friend.”

Verily, I would answer,

“Forgive me for the anaphora, Father.

I’m too elated for my answered prayer.”