An Expanse, by Amory McKeever

"Close the door behind you."
Said the one to whom I pray.
"I've done about all I could,

and done it for so many days.

Where did I go wrong with this,

how do I fix this place?"

I asked if I could be to be up front,

and not beat around the bush.

I needed to be very blunt,

without him feeling pushed.

He told me he could handle it,

and to proceed with his blessing.

He wanted to hear the truth,

because the world had him stressing.

Well first I told him right away,

the planets need a change.

Spinning smashing balls of clay

just seems awfully strange.

Then you have this mortal coil

that ties all living things.

When they could just be immortal,

like trees with endless rings.

Why have a trillion stars,

if all but one percent are bare?

Why not a planet for every heart,

or at the most, a pair?

Did you really need tectonic plates,

and waves a mile high?

Over half the things you did create,

want the other half to die.

Viruses, and botulism.

Cancer cells that eat our brains.

Hate that breaks us into schisms,

and lock each other up in chains.

So many problems could be solved,

if we just had our own planes.

Solitary, snow globe worlds,

without all the needless shaking.

Vast expansive peaceful places,

this is what you could be making.

However, you should probably know,

that nothing will be perfect.

So long as you make free people,

suffering is the side effect.

If you really want a Universe pristine.

One that will not end in ruin.

A place free from evil's twisting.

Creating nothing is the only shoo-in.