Non interventionist god
I froze lonely as a blue sky,
laboured by the purview of the canopy I support.
Unable to focus or even try,
too broad to grasp one thought.
When all at once
they gazed on me, as if to see me here
to ask for astral guidance
and offer up some steer.
Alas though, I have hung too long
above these plains and oceans,
and wandered where I don't belong
too far from godly notions.
The truth be known
I’ve cast my care for all these earthly things,
so from this day they’ll stand and stare
and suffer what their future brings.