a plea to God

it's not enough
to just hate snow, to curse
and moan
about the ice,
the shoveling,
the wind
the cold.
you have to go out into
it and throw
your arms into
the sky
and make a plea
to God to free you
from this madness.
you have to agree to
change your life,
and be a new person.
for what kind of a loving
deity allows
this to happen
again and again
to his faithful flock,
making us clean
the store shelves,
of milk and bread,
toilet paper, donuts,
both powdered
and chocolate.