We’d been implicit in the universe
And now, some eons on, are manifest
Once it, at last, was ready to disburse
A creature with intelligence possessed
To represent in little its vast Mind,
The cosmic intellect that is our Source,
By which our world and species were designed,
Whose grand benevolence we should endorse.
Supposing otherwise, that randomness
Might fumble such a cosmos into being
Is absurd, for only Yahweh could possess
Intelligence so potent and far-seeing.
Good Orderly Direction is the cause
Of this unending Cosmos and its laws.
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