It Was a Good Day for God

Am I not allowed to do what I choose with what belongs to me? Or are you envious because I am generous?

- Matthew 20:15 

Before the sundown sip of three-cubed Irish whiskey

and the pondering of the universe and counterpoint

and the choice to give time its particular flow

it tickled the Almighty to place that random

twenty dollar bill on the floor next to the chair

where the college student studied empty-walleted

it gave goose bumps to the Lord’s arms to let

the wind loosen the church door latch and the

misplaced woman on the stoop came in for the night

it was a holy thrill to speak absolution to a man who

figured out how to purge all his needle-stick guilt

and put himself in a place of pleading and let it go

a long day for a researcher in communicable disease

ended with a novel idea from nowhere on how

a vaccine might be tweaked for double effectiveness

by dinner the Great One enjoyed inspiring a stuck poet

with the words bounteousness and exultation

and fingers eager to put fearless words on the page

it was a good day to be God when generosity

was seen as the goodness of God and this

goodness was praised as the Godness of God