Saving The World

Saving the world, my world,
it’s a big job that no one wants:
tantrums and destruction,
earthquakes and hurricanes.
After the raging waters subside,
there’s a lot to take care of.
I can save my own world – sure;
but I usually play
the non-interventionist god
and let the treasures be lost to sea,
only because it’s more romantic.
But you make the rain stop
so I don’t have to cry
over the dead children
and their dead puppies
and the worst feelings in the world
that don’t have a beginning or an ending
and they can’t tell a story
or make a mother proud.
You part the clouds and are the sun,
making me warm and safe –
dry again and the world is beautiful
and I think you should have a cape
because you save me
from the world.