April 1 - If I Were God

If I Were God

Were I God, I would not wish

To lose a single beautiful thing

I would take them all as trophies

And when I returned I'd sing,

A victory song o'er all the beauty

That my children saved from loss

Singing over every child of mine whose art

Reflects what such salvation cost.

Were I God, each song, each painting

Each precious thing my children made

In unconscious imitation of creation

Each farmer, each gardener with a spade

I'd gather them all up and carefully transplant

Each musician, singer, poet, healer and homemaker,

Each one who rescues animals, birds or kids

Each child who is a by choice a giver, not a taker.

If I were God, I'd make the world anew;

Strip it bare and start it up again.

I'd scatter my children over every inch

To build homes and rich gardens to grow and tend

To build airy boats, to make wings to soar

Upon the seas and winds like birds all colored bright

To spread joy and wonder as their Father does,
And to drink eternity by Creation's healing light.
 

© 2017 by Tom King