A bit of whimsy, says my Lord -
God's idle curiosity - striking up Creation,
freshly awakened, wondering , Who am I?
No whimsy, apparently since, however,
in this inevitable, sequential unfolding of existence
according to the inviolate laws of fate.
This is not a game of chance
(or whimsy) in which we are engaged,
not a contest or competition, this living creation
which is also an ongoing discovery;
this relentless interrogation
and its unraveling answer,
this is no game of chance.
Through alternate phases of sorrow, joy,
pleasure, pain, life and death we hurtle
at the ultimate mercy of the only One
in existence sovereign and almighty enough
to indulge in a bit of whimsy.
O child of God, surrender to the Inevitable.
No pause, no pardon, no rest, no turning back now.