03 Oct Meditation on a Random Universe
Ants have their own civilization,
So too they say of bees, whales, and manatees.
Birds soar in arabesque to far off destinations,
On migrations planned in antiquity, continued in perpetuity.
How unusual and careless it would be
of God to take such care with perfecting a ladybug,
a bee, a falcon, a tree, yet leave us to chance–
Highly unlikely, it seems to me.
Yet, we are to believe that man alone
Left to dream in folly is the result of a drunken spree,
Wildly thrown together indiscriminately?
Bacchus, Roman god of wine and song, was he
Master of creation? Are we where he went wrong?
I know no drunken demon could create
With such specificity each fate,
I trust unknowable patterns, distant galaxies,
Remarkable universes and all we know of love.