Late-Night Faith Crisis For a Physicist
The world has become smaller
Memories dance in the corners
Of unfamiliar places...
The bounds of what we thought we knew before
Have shifted, and recede from us
Adopting the uneasy look of forgotten,
Once-familiar faces.
Uncertainty, the rock our reason founders on,
Rides its waves of change
As what seemed the very firmament falls away
Dissolving and becoming something new.
Sometimes there's no comfort in knowing
That most of what happens, happens by chance;
Yet since this be so, then there shall never be a day
More fine than this, and every moment's a miracle
Because you were there to see it.
Reflect, when the confusion of living wears thin,
That, Whoever's playing dice with the Universe,
At least They're having a good hot night.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2008
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