Elijah was going to meet God
He grabbed his wallet
Zipped up his hoodie
Set his phone to “vibrate”
Stepped outside and hailed a cab.

When he got to the theatre
He made sure it was the surround sound
3D picture with the reclining seats
Extra butter on the popcorn
But God wasn’t at the movies.

So he plugged in his headphones
And he cranked his Spotify playlist
And he laughed at his favorite Youtube videos
And he texted the smartest people he knew
But there wasn’t an app for this.

So he ganged up with his friends
And tramped from bar to bar to club
And he danced and drank and ate chicken wings
And the bass nearly shattered his ear drums
But God wasn’t at the party.

Then Elijah found himself alone
And there was a sheer silence
A screaming silence
A whispering silence
The neon faded and the noise died

He hid his face
When there whispered
A still, small voice
The question of God,
“What are you doing here, Elijah?”