How easy to forget the wondrousness
Of life, to take for granted miracles
So commonplace and plain we fail to bless
Their source, and apt appreciation dulls.
How can it be (we have the wit to ask)
That anything at all exists, but more,
A being such as we? Is not our task,
Our duty, first to marvel and adore?
True, it’s a mystery how things evolve,
How out of emptiness matter appears,
And our intelligence may not resolve
Such vexing issues in a million years.
But still the Mystery teases us to try
To answer the ineffable, the why.