I was sitting on my cloud
Happily contemplating nothingness
When God arrived
“Can I sit on the cloud next to you?”
He said
“It’s a free heaven,” I said
“You can sit where you like”
“Thanks” he said
“What are you doing?” he asked
“Thinking” I said
“Thinking of what”
“Nothing”
“What do you mean nothing?” he asked
“You must be thinking of something!”
“There is nothing for me to think about”
I answered,
“The only thing that is in my mind
Is that if I think of nothing
I have nothing to worry about”,
“That’s a very negative approach” He said,
“What should I think about?” I asked,
“You are supposed to look after us
So if I think and do nothing all will be well”.
“What a load of drivel!” he said,
“ If you do nothing, nothing will change,
You were brought into the world to make it better”.
“But if we weren’t here it would be perfect” I replied,
“Man would not make a hash of it”.
“You are not making a hash of it,
You are getting some things wrong
But you are learning,
Learning from your mistakes”.
“Why should we make mistakes,
You are perfect and you made us in your image,
So why aren’t we perfect!” I shouted.
“If you were perfect,” he said
“You would never learn,
And learning the right way
Is what I created you for”.
“But we make so many mistakes
This world could soon be dead!”
“So learn a different way” he said.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I apologise for not commenting too much today but I am not too well.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good write Gold. Get well soon! Not too much 'thinking' there, if you have a headache! heehee.
Thanks Orchi.
First: Goldfinch, get well soon!
Second: Love that poem, and when I look at the two of us, I have to say that it is awfully hard for us to improve on perfection! 🙂
Thanks Fred, yes that is so true
Yes, get well ASAP, and an interesting chat with God.
Thank you AP, I have written a few poems about Chats with God.
Great write Andy - get well soon.
Thanks Michael, I hope to feel better soon.
Think of Nothing, perfect.
I do if so often. Thank you for your read and comment.
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