Creator

And You created the heavens and the earth.
But still, we have the audacity to package You into a neat little box,
Pulling You out whenever we feel like it.
Whenever we need something,
If perhaps life becomes too unsettling
And then without a second thought
We pack You away again in our little God box.
Sidelining the Creator until once more our comfort becomes discomfort
And our happiness, fleeting as it is, turns to sorrow.
How dare we, the created ones,
Choose when and where and how the Creator plays a role in our selfish existence.
Our God, the Creator, must be our very existence.
For without Him our existence is worthless.