Blue speckled eggs that look like take me away that look like rescue in a can that will make things different for me that are so tiny yet I beg them.  They are little oval prayers.

Christ in a cup.

Bless me Father for I have sinned.  How many times can he hear this before he gets tired of all the blessing?  How long before he realizes some sinners do not stop cannot stop.

Still, I feel I deserve blessing.  I do more good than evil.  Pretty sure, anyway.