Pachinko!

So God one day,
in an hour of play,
decided to hit the lever

and to His delight
the ball gained height
to fall in a forest of pillars.

These posts and pillars
That fail to deliver,
altering the course of the ball

have names.
Fears and shames,
all there to keep an otherwise straight ball

Crooked. Bouncing.
No prediction or dowsing
will do. Maybe He chooses not to

to keep it fun and flowing,
like a seed cast to sowing.
Where will Thomas end up?

He bingles to the side.
In the corner it collides.
"Not many points that time."

Mumbles the Lord with a sigh.
He renames the ball, Guy;
Places it on the lever.

Launching, like a bullet from a gun,
for this is how it’s done
again and again and again.

Someone has to get it right...

Sometime.