Gaffer

Who'd be the boss of all of this?

Who’d lick and stroke with a light wind at the right time?

Or know that a constant drizzle would be needed for up to a whole week in a particular place?

Who’d know how to sync the emotions with the winds at the speed of a mind?

And your mind? Most of all, who would ever be knowing about that?

Strange then, to not control the sun and the moon and the wind and the rain

When they are, in fact, your full set; your arms and hammers and the soap that washes clean.
Maybe they just are and maybe you just are too. 

Maybe you know it. 

But be the boss? 

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, all the seculars and all the world's religions - No.