“Please, let me be with you,” I say.
“The path includes suffering,” God says.
“Then let me suffer with you,” I say.
“The path includes loss,” God says.
“Then let me be empty with you,” I say.
“The path includes death,” God says.
“There is no one better to die with than with you,” I say.
God nods. “Come, get your shoes. Let’s go.”

© Meisaan Chan