Somewhere Godd Sits

Somewhere Godd Sits

Somewhere Godd sits

On a clump of galaxies

As if they were flowers

In a meadow

He looks across the valley

to see another hillside

Where the photons sparkle

He's crumpled this area

Far too long 

This glow of bright petals

Could dim under his weight

In the distance He hears

A flute sing

Perhaps this player

Will write more of these notes

Than Mozart did

Godd is hope

For great composers

On all living planets

He creates the creators 

Turning hand-like powers

This way and that

Even He fails perfection

Every so often

So He leaves some music

For his varied populations to discover

That's His generosity

His Wife looks at the chasm of stars

Knowing She allows His ego

To think it all belongs to Him

He'd be surprised at who plays

This flautic melody 

She returns to Her garden

A bit cross she has to fluff

These stars again

On His favorite pillow

Now she hums a simple tune

This time He doesn't hear

Her soft music

He's creating planets again

Barry G.Wick