I showed God my plans
and God smiled ear to ear,
as if being presented
with a child’s first poem.
I showed God my plans
and God wept,
knowing the precious under pressure
is fragile and easily breaks.
I showed God my plans
and God asked some questions,
wanting to save me from myself
yet enjoying my imagination.
I showed God my plans
and God laughed,
knowing that no plan
ever survives its paper.
I showed God my plans
and we danced
them off the page
and into a world in waiting.
And one day,
when I was ready,
I asked for God’s plan.
There were no instructions
but a canvass,
an artist still at work,
a smile of delight,
tears,
laughter,
questions,
an imagination
and a dance.