God Must Be Busy Poem by Edouard BIZIMANA

How could it be otherwise,
When His handmade are not wise?
Keeping an eye on each of the artifacts,
For a kind and fatherly census,
To avoid the loss of the sheep.
How could beasts live in harmony,
Where each struggles for survival?
How snow would fall from the sky
And why could planets not collide?
What a melodious cacophony!
In platitudes, are we busy
Making Him dizzy
By giving hard times
In our senseless lusts for survival
While birds and ants don't care about their tomorrow.

Endowed with reason
Still the most stupid
Human sounds like treason
Because never satisfied;
If not, why attempt to remake the Maker?

Caring about the careless living and unseen
Speaking for the voiceless
Feeding birds and growing grass
For the grass-eating creatures
And the wonders in the waters.

In a twinkling of an eye,
All could become ashes
To all sound despair.
But, God keeps an eye on every created beauty
And a meaning is given.
In such a disorderly nature,
God must be busy for no way can He rest.