I think if God were to ever write me a letter, it would be short. I mean, I know the guy has all the time in the universe, but he's busy negotiating the saving of souls and stuff.
So, I imagine my letter to go something like this:
"It's all good. Love, G."
And just as I'm about to tuck the folded letter into my pocket for safe keeping, I'd notice an ink smudge on the corner. In my cynical mind, I'd think:
As I wiped it away with my thumb, a new message would appear under my touch...