[CONTEST POEM #6]
That we are here upon this precious Earth
Alone, perhaps, in the whole universe,
Would seem to give this world infinite worth,
And yet it might betoken something worse.
The existential loneliness we feel
When gazing out upon the cosmic scene
While wondering what those distances conceal
And what our tenuous being here might mean
Incites us to suppose and theorize
If we are merely random happenstance
Or something greater that we might surmise
Emerged from purpose and not mindless chance.
If I must choose, I’ll place my bet on mind:
Our presence shows the cosmos is designed.