Let’s just say there is no expanding universe,
no quarks and star nurseries,
no cosmic rays and dark matter,
and what if this green earth
were the only planet,
and the sky held nothing
but the sun and the moon,
shining and glowing in their turns,
and maybe only 30 or 40 stars
which you could see
from the porch on a clear night.
Wouldn’t it be more reasonable then
to accept that the Creator
would have time and the interest
to listen to everyone’s rising prayer:
to be forgiven for an injustice,
for a surgery to go well,
for it to start raining or stop raining,
for a lost pet to find its way home,
or for young Timmy (0–11) to somehow get on base?