In God's Office

In God’s office,
snooping around
the other day,
I discovered the blueprints
to Oblivion—
the carefully calculated
plans for the End of the World.
But before I had time
to read how time dies,
my elbow got in the way
of a cabinet and jostled
the precariously perched hand-basket
atop ‘til it toppled over,
and out spilled Hell of it,
and splattered absolutely everywhere,
and made a real horrendous mess,
and I think I might have just
ruined the World’s End,
and the room stinks like sulfur now,
and the Devil wants a formal apology,
and I know this stain’ll never wash out,
and why couldn’t it have just been
a coffee instead?
…
Thank God for Forgiveness and Grace.