God perhaps played dice

Who has so far not done his due, Man seems a fruit of God’s rare whim. From what has happened, I’ve this view That gone sour hast His grandest dream— Grandest dream and greatest blunder, To rectify which, get some clue, He now needs deeply to ponder, Get fresh ideas from brilliant blue. Or whilst God played a game of dice, And Destiny, as a spoiled sport, Poor Earth ordained to pay steep rice, Man mortal, by miles falling short… I think, apes would have better done, Poor Darwin too was just human! ____________________________________ Sonnets | 15.01.2005 |men, God