God on His Sleepless Nights
God, on his sleepless nights,
to amuse himself in bed
while passing those timeless hours he must spend
getting that beauty rest
he needs to do his best
might distract himself by imagining how his creature, man,
shut up in a tiny head
in a tiny brain,
when confronting five dimensions with diverse planes,
with intersecting lines, and times, and spaces
might have trouble understanding
the universe.
And might, on an off-day curse
Himself, the Creator, maker of all known things
("Goddamn you, God, you arrogant architect!")
for shaping a world no mind can comprehend,
where all things live to die,
and die to live, and feed
on each other's deaths,
while with each breath
praising the wise, the just, the kind, the good,
the hope of brotherhood
and a human, loving God,
and see himself a nothing, a faceless void, a dark
abyss,
a black-legged spider crawling on the deep--
and frighten himself to sleep.
Copyright 2010-2012 Paul Petrie