Nature Speaks of God

He stood before me trying blindly to exonerate fear Trying excise God from creation Telling us that something out of nothing did appear In a big bang of cosmic explosion That I am the debris of dead stars A descendant of archebacteria Evolved from nothing to acid wars My beggining beyond all millennia. Sounds like he was trying to be God making again Detritus out of chaos from chaos Disconnected, delusional, putting his faith in a vain Theory, and badgering us to trust Without proof that he understood The ontology of love, the blooming Egg and fruiting sperm that could By evolution fill me with this yearning. I have stood before a rose and bathe in beauty there Drank from its whispered scent And visions of a chartered eternity in its light appear I have heard rivers argument And soft anthems of the morning trees And when bow down in temples awed silence The things that speak of God are these Order and beauty, love's eternal monuments.