Waiting On an Inscrutable God

Life, it says, is like grass

That grows one day and withers the next.

It says, to Him,

One day can be like a thousand years,

So waiting on God

Can be a dangerous proposition.

If God yawns, He might do it,

And millennia might pass

And the thing you’ve been waiting for

Is long since dust,

Or, anyway, you are.

I understand why polytheism is more attractive.

Having a pantheon of gods to choose from,

Depending on the situation at hand,

Would be far more convenient.

Unless, of course, they're impersonal

Like the gods of ancient Greece

Favoring their demi-god offspring

With the rest of us pawns in their petty rivalries,

Though, come to think of it,

That would explain a lot,

And explanations, however unpleasant or bizarre,

Are easier to live with

Then waiting on an inscrutable God.