God's Stomach

The boiler in my apartment building rumbles beneath me. The roar, and the shake created, methodically reverberate throughout. I wonder if I'm hearing a higher force. The boiler could be God's stomach. Churning and rumbling in the depths of my building. His stomach growls with hunger. And then the radiator spews forth heat. A trickle of warm air runs through my apartment. Down below the boiler shakes, and I feel the power. God's hungry.