The spirit, soul or essence that is life,
The breath we breathe as long as we’re alive,
The power that makes such animation rife
Is something more than accidents contrive.
That life originates from more than chance
Implies the presence of a guiding hand,
A providential gardener who plants
The seeds of life for reasons he has planned.
It seems that we especially are made
To ponder this essential mystery
Discovering how the game of life is played
And why it is that we have come to be.
The universe arrived at consciousness
In us, who’ve yet to prove that spells success.