The Will of GodA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘To whomever it may concern,’ he wrote, Hunched over an evening star, ‘This, my last will and testament For you, whoever you are, I leave your planet, the universe To face an unthinking fate, I tried to guide, but your priests all lied And repentance came too late.’
‘I was the Lord of Creation, set Each atom of you in place, Designed and sculptured your godlike form Placed heaven in every face, I gave you animals, birds and bees And fish in the waters deep, Flowers and colours and stately trees And that blessèd rest, called sleep.’
‘I took the rib of an Adam, as He slept in my garden home, And made for him a companion, that He’d never have need to roam, But now you treat as a chattel, she Who loves, do you think it odd? That man is born of a woman, while A woman was born of God!’
‘I hoped and wished you would be content With the home that I made for you, I charged you just a peppercorn rent That you would acknowledge my due, But you turned from me and created gods Of mammon, and things unclean, You fought each other and played the odds For you said I was unseen.’
‘I couldn’t reveal myself to you While giving you all free will, I hoped you’d do what you had to do, Driven by good, not ill, But how many false religions now Have taken my name in vain, Have turned me into an evil god As my tears fall down, like rain.’
‘You’ve stolen my nuclear secrets, though You wouldn’t know where they’re from, And rather than make some godly thing, You’ve manufactured a bomb. So I leave you now to your schemes and fate For you failed to reck my rod.’ Now heaven is closed, the sign on the gate… ‘Farewell, Best wishes, God!’
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