God left me here waiting

The mixing bowl of​​ life​​ 

sits on God's kitchen counter

and I would gladly have it finished;

but God took the recipe and wandered off

to attend to some human condition that

needed attention.

I'm anxious to taste this​​ new dish

so I've tried to call to leave a reminder

that I'm hungry and​​ I​​ want to eat;

but​​ God​​ left​​ the​​ cell phone here

and​​ my​​ calls only come back to me.

Me, with only a half-finished dish​​ 

and no recipe.