This poem was inspired and modeled after this poem by my friend Angie. Sometimes we hear directly from God, and sometimes God speaks through the people we know, like our sorority sisters, for example.
I had one criteria when Linda asked.
“Which one do you want, Elaine, for the blind date?”
“I want the tall one. I’m tired of these short guys,” I said.
He was 6-foot-4 and his name was Bill, which for some reason I couldn’t remember. He says every time I asked him his name he gave a different one.
I don’t remember that. But I do remember he called me for a second.