God No Poem by Mark Bratlie

Were I God and said a thing
it would surely come to be
Which may seem quite attractive
but would scare the hell out of me

While I make my share of wishes
and hope that some come true
I'm not sure the results I ask for
are always well thought through

When young I would welcome a winter storm
that canceled school for a day
Not thinking about the anxious young mother
with a baby on the way

On summer vacation I'd yearn for the sun
and for cursed rain to stop
Forgetting the farmers who pray for more rain
in order to have a good crop

Most all of us dream of a lottery win
and for unbelievable wealth
Not knowing results are often contrary
to happiness, friendship and health

Likewise we drool at inheritance
which may bring us a big fat prize
Only to witness the jealousy
that it brings to relatives' eyes

I believe it's often unanswered prayers
that lead to the best results
While efforts at bringing desired endings
unveil our human faults

It's best to leave the answers to God
whomever she may be
And I'm glad to report that omnipotence
is not a wish for me