God’s Complaint

I couldn’t believe it,
here I am, Me,
speaking as loud as I can,
and he still doesn’t hear!
First, I put thoughts in his head,
but all the man thinks about
are multiplying his sheep:
where to pasture ’em,
when to slaughter ’em—
it’s crowded in there.
I say, Hey,
this’s more important,
things ‘re happenen’ here—
like the cries of My people.
I hear them,
all day, all night,
I can’t sleep, I can’t rest,
I can’t enjoy a sunset,
I can’t even snooze on Shabbat.
How can he not hear?
So I let loose lightening and rain and hail—
Yah, hail in the desert.
Only now, all he’s thinking about
is multiplying his offspring!
Go figure.
Come on Moishe,
Pay attention here.
Your people are calling.
Pick up. Pick up already.
So I give Tzippi the divine inspiration
and she nags after him,
but he gets mad, and,
wouldn’t ya know it,
goes off to his sheep.
Who knew he didn’t like being nagged!
So finally,
while he’s out wandering and muttering to himself,
I set this bush on fire,
but really,
it’s not very spectacular,
not even near the fireworks
I got planned for Pharaoh,
but it works.
Now, we can get on with it.
It’s gonna be big. It’s gonna be huge.
They’ll even make a movie about it.
But hey,
I’m getting ahead of myself.

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