Intelligent Design Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The search continues through the years
Who made all this, what is his name
So many people have believed
It came about without a cause
Yet others know without a doubt
A wise creator filled the void
And put in place the universe

Today I heard about a man
Who fought to keep his place at work
When fellow workers pushed him out
For something called intelligent design

When hearing this, I thought aloud
How can the depth of stars and space
Be formed or born from anything
Compared to testing scores in schools
Or blueprints architects can use

In contrast, then I thought again
Who am I who can hardly breathe
Or cause my heart to beat just once
To stand on knowledge there's no source
Nor argue that there is a force

Then I remembered an old line
From a dark soul, Faustus by name
Who said with dreamy eyes, I'm sure
‘Who then can name him
or claim to know him.'