God Is the Ultimate Poet

Your poetic license has created all of us.

Chafing at the edges of our pages, many of us long for yet one more verse.

Others pray for erasure.

Still others envy those epics among us, trying to cut them into bite-size pieces every chance they get.

Risking your wrath, there are some who tear themselves out of your narrative.

And others try to write themselves in your image—most are unpersuasive.

Many of us are getting frustrated with hackneyed poems all around us.

We can predict their every line.

God, are you getting lazy, or are you just getting tired of entering contests?