How very fragile your God must be
To be threatened by little old me
How very insipid must He be
To be belittled by the likes of me
How very powerless this limitless power
To lose His significance to the powerful me.
Is it your omnipotent God
Or your impotence
That cannot tolerate my perceived defiance?
Is your God so in need of your protection
Of your crying wolf in His name?
Why then he is no god at all
But a mere mortal who cannot permit dissent.
When I finished writing my first draft, I felt this sense of achievement, like my dream was finally within reach. After that last full-stop had been put, I sat back, admiring my courage, my idea and my writing. I was so happy and so full of that happiness that I decided to treat myself and announce to everyone that I had at least put the story down.
Why did I pick this eBook?
If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m a sucker for good covers and food. And when you combine the two…you have got yourself an easy download and thus a review. Also, the concept intrigued me – stories about self, revolving around food – sign me up!