I think He wanted to play cosmic marbles.
Jeg drømte at vår Herre var en pode med reven brok og skrubbsår på hver legg.
Jeg så ham klinke kule med vår klode i muntre sprett mot universets vegg.
Han klinket, han var glad, og det var sommer, og solen tente lyn i farget glass.
Og tusen kloder rislet fra han lommer, for i vår Herres lommer er det plass.
I dreamed that our Lord was a toddler with torn jeans and skinned knees.
I saw him play with marbles bouncing our planet against the wall of the universe.
He played, he was happy and it was summer, and the sun ignited lightnings in coloured glass.
and a thousand planets jingeled in his pockets, because the pockets of our Lord has plenty of room.
Erik Bye