Folks say that it was God,
Himself, who bent the sun
along it’s track,
sent the other stars
and planets
from or to then back.
A store-front preacher,
whom I know,
reads from a book
that’s very old,
breathes a quiet soliloquy.
The ancient tales
do comfort him and
I don’t flat-out
disagree, ‘cause
things more strange than
someone’s super powers,
science says, must be.
If Quarks with charm
don’t ring alarms,
then belief in God will certain not
do greater
intellectual harm.
Awareness stokes imagination.
“Where is it that I stand?
Out of whom or what
came my creation?
In which land
is ultimate my destination?”
All tall stories
told to me
argue what proof’s eye can’t see,
that while alive, the guest
may never know,
exact,
how universes grow.
Robert On The Air 