938 THEY just weren’t sure! 10-28-20

“Ho-Hum. Ho-Hum,

twiddle Our thumbs…

How boring is perfection.

How tedious the monotony of eternity…”

Sure, it was a crap-shoot.

But They were getting fidgety!

After They were done,

They said,

“It is good –

enough for now.

But not as good as it might become”

They just weren’t sure.

“”What is this thing we have created?

A universe?

A joke?

Let Us watch and see

how this all plays out,

these spinning atoms,

these colliding stars

in these swirling, cosmic junkyards!

Let Us see what else the T-Rex might become

other than a chick-a-dee?

Will the golden hawk

evolve enough to talk?

And once the chimpanzee

has learned to swing from tree to tree,

will he learn to walk

and worship and ponder

all this fuss

and what it says of Us?”

Weary,

sitting on the rim of a galaxy,

They rested on the seventh day of Their

frenzied-creation-diversion

and for the first time, ever,

began to

observe,

now that there was something else

other than themselves, that is.

And They said,

“If it’s not to Our liking ,

after a forever or two,

We can just erase

and face what ever else there is

for US

to do.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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