Make No Mistake

 

We (whoever) call

God’s love (three syllables)

Agape (since there is a

two-syllable word, meaning

surprised)

A love that is perfected in creation

And sacrifice

 

So much God could have done instead

But made all this instead

We might wonder from the pit

Why bother?

Where there is evil,

And even on a good day there are

Mistakes?

And if God can make whatever

Or whomever, why not

In fact make puppets?

Then we wouldn’t screw up so much

We wouldn’t even own our strings

No chance to break them

Or the world, a periaktos

Upon which we’d perform

Rotating scenes, awaiting the mechane

Deus ex machina

To fix anything, though nothing

Would go wrong

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Umut YILMAN on Unsplash

İstanbul, Turkey