Vending Machine

What if when I stepped up to the vending machine

It didn’tgive me what I wanted

It spit back the coins

It shoved what I need

Not what I pressed

What if when I craved sweets

It pushed out salt

Or simply shut down

Made me wait an eternity

Said no?

What if the vending machine isn’t a vending machine after all?

And my prayers aren’t blank tickets to buy one get one free

And my God knows better than I know myself?

What if He thinks I need

Salty

Bitter

Sour

To nourish and keep me healthy?

Will I slam my hand against the glass

And walk away?

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