God here, what's with all this name dropping,
don't you know I am so busy
trying to clear up 4000 + or - a few years of your total lack of understanding, and misuse of the thing you have perceived to be God.
I gave you a beautiful garden and you messed up.
Now look at you all, rather have a gun than feed the children,
An atom accelerator total bloody logic, but only I can eat energy.
When will you realise that you still have enough resources here to live in a beauty that even I would covet.
That's a laugh,
I seem to be quoting my rules, or are they cliches, as a guide to your existence.
What's that you say there were ten, my memory needs sorting.
Oh shit I should have told him to stop at two.
I did send someone to tell you about that but it all went to pot.
Mark 12/ 24-28 or somewhere in that history book.
Can't think how they wrote all that lot.
Dead sea scrolls, well they are there
so where is the original copy of my giant book,
So you put a few pennies in the box on Sunday
or whatever day you choose, what about my Royalties, it has been a bestseller for many years.
I'll have to leave you to sort things out,
there are other universes to make and some to sort out.
Why oh Why did I start this bloody creation thing,
do you know and is the answer still 42..?????
Yours as always Ian.T. or whoever

The overpowering urge within you to help and console those who are victims of nature's fury or ailments is expressed very well in this poem, where I believe you are trying to send a message that God is within us..as long as we make an attempt to help the needy as best as one can...