spoke, a big bang.
Atoms sprang, electrons emerging
from sound. Holding the strings, reverberating,
composing a timeless piece,
He had to say and so came
silence. The universe expands, in effervescence.
He is kept waiting for a reply,
waiting for signs
and let things come as they
may, on a lonely blue planet floating in space.
Molecules of the primordial soup
in a fray, for a coup
It is from
pure chance, really, that
random reactions soon made fishes and plants.
Creatures with unique features,
within the circle
Man, part of God’s great Plan?
Or were the Gods man-made? Faith starts to fade.
In questioning, they began to see,
much clearly: origins