God at my Window

God came to my window last night,
Just to watch me sleep.
Little did He know I was still awake,
And so I watched Him creep -
Through the glass of my window pane
He tried to be quiet and cool.
Too bad He knocked my mirror over
Trying to sit on my stool.

When at last our eyes had met,
A smile grew on His face.
“My child,” He said, “you’re up late.”
His eyes glistened like outer space.
“But so are you,” I replied,
And seeing I was right,
God leaped over to my bed,
And turned on my light.

“Take my hand,” God said to me,
And held out His arm.
His skin looked soft and pure to me,
So I felt no harm.
He propped me on my window sill,
And pointed to the stars.
“I made all of them,” He said,
“And that one there is ours.”

I listened to Him babble on,
About the effort He gave to,
Make the universe so great,
And all that hullabaloo.
“God that’s great,” I said aloud,
And walked back to my bed.
“But why’d you do it?” I asked Him,
And God just scratched his head.

I climbed back under the covers,
And tilted my head back to yawn.
But when I looked back up at God,
The Old Chap was gone.