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From “God Went to Beauty School”
by Cynthia Rylant

God Wrote a Book
No, not that one.
Everybody thinks He
wrote that one,
but He didn’t.
He’s a better writer
than that.
Those guys just
went on and on
and did they
bother to edit?
No.
But wouldn’t you know,
you mention a name
and you’re in.
So they said,
“I didn’t write it,
God wrote it.”
A sure way
to get out of revising.
But Got wrote
His own book.
He wrote it for
one little boy.
Just one.
He read it to the boy
at bedtime
because the boy couldn’t sleep.
So God read him a book.
The boy grew up. He became a writer.
Which one?
Not telling.


God Has a Cousin

Lucy, or Lucifer,
if you want to be formal.
Everybody called him
Lucy growing up,
which accounts a lot
for how he turned out.
God’s not as mad at him
as some people think.
You don’t become God
by holding grudges.
And besides,
Lucy taught Him
hold to swing a bat,
though nobody wants
to hear about that.
Living in the same neighborhood,
hanging at the same places,
you get to feeling close,
you know?
Lucys one of the few people
left who remember
what it was like
In The Beginning.
Sure, God and he went
their separate ways,
but truth be known,
they’re always asking,
“How’s he doing?” and “How’s He doing?”
That’s the way it is
with family.
God’s still looking
for Lucy to move back.