Off Day

And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done. (Genesis 2:3)

.   .   .

I suppose when you’re God you’re entitled
(Being God comes with plenty of perks.)
After six days of titanic labor
To take a day off from your works.

What you do when you rest is uncertain;
You can’t nap or go somewhere you’re not.
Maybe you read a good novel,
Even though you know every plot.

Or maybe you watch college football
On a high-definition TV,
Chilling out with some angelic buddies
With some chips and a beer on each knee?

Or maybe you like to play poker?
(Though I’m guessing that you never bluff.)
Or there’s Scrabble or bowling or golfing,
But you’d quickly get bored with that stuff.

Do you spend some time weeding a garden?
Or do laundry or scrub out the sink?
Do you just sit around and do nothing?
Do you take some time out just to think?

Do you contemplate humankind’s folly
Or your own when you fashioned the man?
Do you wish you had done something different
Or could start over where you began?

On your day off do you ever wonder
What became of the world you had made?
Do you sit back in weary amusement
And laugh at this fallen parade?

But perhaps you are simply contented
That what must be done has been done,
And this rest is the sweet inner solace
For all who will trust in your son.

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