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The Incompleteness Proof

God, the master craftsman, Set out to build this world. At the end of each workday He’d hang up his tool belt, Clean up the job-site, Stand back and say to Himself, “It looks good”. The end of the project was at hand. God said, “that was a hard week’s work. I think I’ll rest for a while, And turn things over to humanity, For maintenance.” If I were selecting a contractor To renovate my house, I’d expect better references than “He does good work”, And I’d expect him to have completed More than one job. God didn’t give us a perfect world On purpose. He left us room to perfect the design, To add trim and wallpaper, Modernize the appliances, And add rooms as our families grow. We start with a firm foundation, True walls, and a tight roof. It’s up to us now, To maintain the plumbing, (The water pure and flowing). Replace the A/C filters, (The air free of contamination). Keep the refrigerator stocked (So no one need starve). And work to finish the job “Perfectly”.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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