*The following poem came to me after reading the proposal of the rudiments of a scientific theory of the creation of life by Matthew Heiman
Was there ever an instant
When time started?
Does time ever stop?
Does the universe recycle?
Can our existence be reduced
To the creation of oxygen,
Water, ice, a vacuum,
And the energy in a supernova?
These are ideas,
But ideas can start a revolution.
Can our small minds handle it?
Perhaps, my friend is correct.
I don’t know.
These ideas are too complex
For my small mind.
Perhaps,
Like in the time of Galileo,
We all need to open our minds
To the possibility that
We are confused,
We are small-minded,
We have been deceived,
We have been wrong
About things that we feel
So sure about,
Things we have been taught
All of our lives,
Things that we’ve struggled with,
Over and over,
But in the end,
We’ve resigned our minds and wills
To what we’ve seen as undeniable,
Unavoidable,
Incomprehensible.
Have we resigned ourselves
To something, someone,
Whom we cannot bring ourselves
To do without?
Have we resigned ourselves
To God?
