A lovely little poem with which to finish the year, from the New Zealand poet and GP Glenn Colquhoun, and with renewed thanks to Martin Fey, who, some moons ago now, first introduced me to Colquhoun’s work.
If you play God, play God at tennis.
A strict code of conduct is expected.
Clear lines must be drawn in the sand.
The ball will be either in or out.
At times there is talk of love.
If you play God, play God at chess.
All decisions must be black or white.
There are ways for him to be kept in check.
Bishops are available for consultation.
There is the possibility of mating.
If you play God, play God at cards.
There is clear opportunity for cheating.
You might deal from the bottom of the pack.
Aces can be hidden up your sleeve.
The joker should be specially marked.
If you play God, play God at darts.
He will dislike their resemblance to nails.
An acceptable target must be provided.
There is a fine line he will not be permitted
to cross. Cursing should never be allowed.
If you play God, play God at monopoly.
Everyone will be expected to take turns.
He must sit at a table like everyone else.
You might refuse him a room at your inn.
He is certain to be feeling overconfident.
Thanks Jason… gave copies of this book to a couple of people for christmas this year
Trouble is when humans ‘play God’, God inevitably loses, (at least in the short term).
A couple of years ago, I attended a Darts Club presentation night at our local bowling club. I was invited because husband could take a partner! What a great bunch of people and everyone received a prize, even though there was one outstanding player who took many prizes. I also liked their dress sense – quite a few Hawaiian shirts, a few caftans, and some of the ladies wore fishnet stockings.