Monday, September 23, 2013


EX NIHILO

     Something there is, implicit in all being,
     that gives rise to the world we now are seeing—
     to us and everything the Cosmos wide,
     as eons manifest what is implied.

     While some define that latency as God,
     imagining a shepherd and his rod,
     Good Orderly Direction, though abstract,
     yet still mysterious, seems more the fact.

     Stochastically the process stumbles on,
     yet every now and then it hits upon
     a keeper that enlarges the whole scheme
     according with its now prevailing theme,

     and like a poem searching for a rhyme,
     out of the deep one may appear in time.









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