God- The Playwright Poem by Adeosun Olamide

God is the playwright,
And we, we are, yes- the Tabula Rasa
God owns the pen-
And He gives to all –of- us
Our parts-
Some- He puts in the darkness
And some He put in nowhere
The others He unleashes to the light
Or is it fire- now?
Too -It may be an illusion
God is the playwright
He does write- incomprehensible
And there-somewhere is the beauty-
The tragedy, the comedy- the mingling
All- weaved together-
To create this-
Rectitude of deceit
Yes I know-
How he brings and takes the loveliest of cast,
And makes the villains our heroes-
It is just interesting each moment-
That we lose-
For we all are lost in the play-
Too lost-
Engrossed deep in our acts-
Too lost to sit back-
And watch-
Perhaps learn too-
The story enfolds us maybe-
But it does unfold
Even- without us
But God again is the playwright
That made it so- unknown to us
And we, we are, yes- the Tabula Rasa