Were I to plead my case

Were I to plead my case before God - how would I plead my case?

With eloquent words or as I have prayed when I have prayed sincere.

Would I approach that throne with the same dread with which I half-expected him to show his face on the numerous times that I have asked for visible proof of his existence?

Or would I enter the room with the same peace that I have felt the answered prayers on that which mattered.

For if he stood unveiled before me then there are two times that would have come to an end; the time of learning of how to trust myself in the absence of physical evidence that I come from more than earthly dust; and the time of thought in errant tandem.

Yet still that part of me, which cries for knowledge, yearns for proof that what I spend my time on has meaning.

For the wager of better life seems a pale shadow to the life spent in the sure knowledge of his existence.