God made physicists
out of nothing at all.
said the physicists,
that's against a law.
having not yet made Einstein,
God made theologians
and became man
and joined them.
it's one thing or the other,
God or man.
and passed the bread and wine.
God made philosophers
and died for them.
got you there
said the philosophers.
Immortals don't die—it's inconsistent!
having anticipated this objection,
packed away his shroud
and walked back into town to see his friends.
just when he'd got them really interested,
just when then they were running out of arguments,
just when it looked like he'd put them straight
once and for all,
God made disciples
But that's God for you.
Always full of surprises,
never know what he won't do next.
Wouldn't put it past him just about now
with the physicists, theologians and philosophers
thinking they've almost worked it out
to come back
and prove them wrong again,
that's the very last thing
he's likely to do.
This poem has been published elsewhere under the title "God and man".
© Godfrey Rust, firstname.lastname@example.org. See here for details of permissions for use.