The Will Of God 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! '

20 November 2014