Some will condemn my levity, others will frown at my apparent disrespect, but the most will understand that I am a friend of His. No golden thrones there, no trumpets or fanfares, just two old, white haired men playing chess by the sea shore. That one of them happened to be God you should believe, because we have been playing together ever since.

I sat alone by the sea one afternoon
when here comes a very old man
asking, was I playing chess with myself?
well, no one but me was around,
so, it was a very dumb question to ask
but politely I just said, aha!

What’s your name? the beggar said,
for the state of his clothes most be one,
with ashes long dirty and unruly beard
but there was a mischievousness eyes
that looked at me like something was fun
with a face illuminated by a big smile.

Seeing my reluctance to give a stranger
my name he said, “oh well! You are Edward
and if names are so important here around
you can call me God and leave it at that,
would you play a chess party with me
if I promise not to cheat reading your mind?”

All of you, you can believe what I tell
or brush it away all of it with a laugh,
as I did after looking again at my visitor
that was claiming being almighty God
by asking him if he can go on water
and he said, “don’t be a ridiculous man”

But then, as he was sitting in front on me
I felt a deep strange stirring in my heart,
he didn’t came with a earth shaking
or with millions of angels as bodyguards,
he was in front of me like someone homeless
a dirty old geezer wearing shredded rags.

Between us, kings, bishops and humble pawns,
“I can be your friend, the one you never had,
the one you asked me in so many prayers,
that’s is, if that’s what you really want”
I saw in his eyes that He was hoping for me
to accept that my only real friend…was God.