God at the Improv

Thanks for the phrase,A.K.

Sometimes it seems that the world
is as if God has a gig
at the Improv.

He has a Script, and, we hope,
a closing punchline that will
be revealed, ultimately, really.

In the meanwhile, He is fending 
off the audience, and the hecklers, and
asking prompts from the crowd, on which to riff.

He’s enjoying the limelight, otherwise
His Agent wouldn’t have booked the gig.
It’s not as if He needs the check.

An astute observer, with His keen sense of
irony and a sharp eye for the transgressive.
He metes out His quips and jibes.

Even if the crowd disapproves, and
withholds applauds, most folk prefer to stay,
rather than exit the venue.

For some, the set is too short,
for others, painfully long,
For Him, it is over exactly when it began.

He knows He will get to the punchline
even if we are hung in suspense,
wondering at each odd turn and the quite

Stunning and unexpected beauty of the set,
the props, the lighting, and a sudden
interior spark of delight (or anguish)

As the gig proceeds, lots of us
hope to hear that punchline,
but probably won’t, although

We also hope we’ll be invited back
for the next show.  But meanwhile,
As God at the Improv

Seems to make it up 
as He goes along, I hope not,
I hope the script, even if He

Deviates from day to day, or
week to week, or year to year,
or life to life,
I hope the script, in the end,
Pleases Him, and we get
the chance, in the end,
to offer a standing ovation.