O.K ppl this is a very controversial poem so for all the ppl who are easily offended plz don’t take this as some sort of attempt at demeaning God or anything like that.......these are merely my own thoughts, unlike my fiction i have no control over my innermost musings, my poems are unabashed and i don’t censor them......i don’t want to censor them, they are me as i truly am, so if you are offended by poetry on theology plz don’t read this poem or the one’s about Satan or the poem called “Barred Door”.......i will not apologise for any of my poetry so don’t expect me to be sorry for writing any of it, i am like a proud mama when it comes to my poems, and i will proudly stand behind each and every one.
THE ULTIMATE TOYMASTER:
The ultimate toy master watches, from upon His gilded throne,
A multitude of life below, in a maddening quandary thrown.
Life itself must be for Him such a fascinating sport,
Why else has He toyed with nothing else for an eternity untold,
The power to corrupt and mould, create and finally slay,
Must in itself hold such sweet joy, such wicked, wicked sway.
The World is but His box of toys, the Universe His park,
Unlimited the games He plays, for Him it’s just a lark,
Instead of plastic cars and dolls, He holds within His hands,
And hourglass with time itself as ever-flowing sand.
His countless minions roam the skies, traverse the lowly land,
His power and control exempt not even a grain of sand,
Whenever angered He wields upon the earth a mighty sword,
But when bored His attention strays towards some other world.
Countless men have tried and failed to gauge His one true form,
But meaningless gesticulation is a fruitless mortal norm,
Time immemorial has been a witness to His mastery of all,
He has engineered the rise of man and will one day bring his fall.
His mind conceived the Sun and Earth, His love created man,
His genius lies in His detail, His ever grandiose plans,
Though His love and mercy know no bounds, His wrath engenders death,
There are several ways to get to him, but most believe grovelling is the best.
The rules He has made for you and me, do not apply to Him,
He is the judge, the court, the law and all that lies in-between,
Self confidence is His forte, forgiveness His domain,
He is entrenched in every heart through happiness or pain.
