Sunday, April 19, 2015


               There’s mystery and maybe miracle
               In how all earthly life has come to be,
               On which for centuries our thinkers mull
               Attempting to resolve in theory.

               That random chance should stumble upon life
               Is no more probable than that a breeze
               Should play a Bach concerto on a fife—
               No, something in the universe decrees

               And then designs increased complexity
               Evolving over eons till at last
               Organic matter hatches in the sea
               And all before is instantly outclassed

                    By creatures of a transcendental kind
                    With access to the Universal Mind.