Tuesday, January 18, 2011


Why is there God?  Because we need a God,
Or most of us, who find this world too hard
Or too ingenious to think a clod
Of earth could have evolved without a guard

And guide, if not a great progenitor
To fashion us uniquely out of clay,
Whom we can supplicate in need, adore
With reverence, who’ll keep our fears at bay.

But what if there is not, and all that is
Is happenstance or accident devoid
Of meaningful intention and not His,
As randomly created as destroyed?

     That’s more than we can tolerate who must
     Believe there’s mystery, even in dust.