The marvel and the mystery and awe
Of all that consciousness reveals to us
Must indicate that there’s a higher law
Which somehow governs all that’s marvelous.
That energy and particles alone,
Exploded from some fierce anomaly,
Should ultimately fashion blood and bone
And breath seems an impossibility—
Unless one presupposes cosmic mind,
Some governing intelligence at play
Throughout the universe that has designed,
Like any artisan we know today
Who builds a bridge or writes a lyric poem,
A cosmos where our consciousness can roam.