God's GPS

God has a plan, she said over lunch,

soup and potato chips.

I wondered if God

orchestrated these things,

jobs that end and friends who get sick.

What does God think, up there

about us, down here?

Did God plan it all, or let us choose?

Does God smack His forehead,

a heavenly Homer Simpson?

 

Is God the GPS that tells us

without judgment, to make three left turns

when one right would have been easier?

We keep driving, anyway.

We know we’re not alone.

 

(This poem was written in honor of Central Lutheran's youth director, whose last day was January 31, 2013.)