I stand with those who say that Cosmic Mind
Is that which brings all matter into being,
An intellect by which all is designed,
The universe refined by its decreeing.
The farther we explore the cosmic realm
Discovering vast sailing galaxies,
It grows more clear there’s someone at the helm
Whom scientists may know by slow degrees.
This intellect that underlies all things,
From which our own intelligence has sprung,
That Lord of which each holy hymnal sings
Is praised aloud in every nation’s tongue.
That all we see and know could come by chance
Is folly deeper knowing soon supplants.