Random Chance, Or Divine Expanse
So many leave the fold of traditional religions
Bristling at all their manifold restrictions
Mustn't eat this, shouldn't drink that
Always cover your head with a hat
What they say is little doubt very true
Based on the now-popular point of view
Wherein after this world came into being
All of life's random chance, with no foreseeing
So if we're nothing but tiny specks of sand
If there exists no grandiose master plan
Then all those 'Don'ts' don't mean a hill of beans
Rather, let's eat and drink to satiation, by all means
But if the sweep of sun and moon and planetary stars
If ocean, forest and desert, the cosmos near and far
Begs us ascribe the universe to intelligent design
Then to follow the Designer's rules, is by no means asinine
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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