It Was Written, and So It Was to Be
How might we explain our own birth, the symbolic meaning of our true worth,
The Unknown Entities asked one another, all questioning each, of its girth?
Should we explain in those scientific terms, all began, no smaller, as worms,
Colossal forces, right and wrong, clashed, forming worlds so strong, its terms?
Powerful forces fought for supremacy, as though in innocence, of their legitimacy,
Equally matched, their explosion to rain, all the stars in the heavens to explain.
Thus began the Yin and the Yang, A balanced beginning of existence to maintain,
A resulting conflagration, a spinning revelation, a universe of galaxies, all to reign.
Will the newborn of every planetary sphere, learn to appreciate why they're here,
How shall it all to come about, that each was evolved, or to arrive with a shout?
The concept of time in someway to be established, to be learned without any fear,
All superior species must adapt, keep improving, flourish, with no alternative route.
When we to visit our children there, how will we tell each, of those to compare,
Should everyone be the same colors, or bodies just alike, some dark or fair?
How might we perceive if they to advance, help them along, or leave to chance,
By inventiveness, their's to achieve, learn by thoughts, conceive, then enhance?
What will these beings each do to exist, eating fruit of the land and sea, to persist,
Shall all respect one another, call each sister and brother, of a society to consist?
Might they help each one those to come in need, share wellbeing, all to succeed,
Find warmth, a shelter from the cold, caring for young, as the old, hungry to feed?
Will these beings live in peace upon the soil, better themselves by their own toil,
Maintain a life and all to survive, with no wrongful acts or thoughts to contrive?
Must there be a law written by their hands, to share and to care across the lands,
When will they learn responsibility, follow all sensibility, oftentimes have to strive?
What form of beliefs should each culture to convey, rightful acts, what they do say,
Must they follow a certain god, creator of worlds, from earthen sod, this to display?
Is Allah, Buddha, the Messiah, Yahweh, God, creator of heavens, the builder of all,
Should worldly religiosity define the call, a spiritual image, for the great and small?
Buddhism, Islam, Juddhism, Christianity, these all are names so graciously given,
Followers of faiths, around the globe, each is a testament, for goodness striven.
All a part of the grandest creation, each of the whole, its entirety, as an innovation,
This to prove Humanity worthy of its precious life, all's destiny, of its appropriation.
Every planet shaped by the providence of a maker, each sun and fine moon,
A creation of grandest generosity, a benevolence beyond belief, all so in tune.
Just as a beautiful sunset and moonlit lake scene, every proportion very keen,
Yes, are products of a wondrous giver, builder of dreams, all real as it seems.
The anonymous entities each nodded in turn, to agree, for they, too, did learn,
There was a creator, a divinity of the sublime, a maker, a builder of all in time.
A benevolence so great to allow, a roll as divine, to accept in grace, or disallow,
Although many things in the world are unkind, somehow all, a reason or rhyme.