Ramblin' On Poem by Paul C. Maybury Jr.

What kind of omnipotent being's great plan,
Can be stymied by abortions clinical?
What needs 'he' the help of some dark suited man,
Mouthing words I suspect are quite cynical?

The words of their god are but an anthology.
Stories amassed by a well traveled group.
Assembled for James with no hint of apology,
From what old Nicea'd left there in the soup.

I base my beliefs on what we have found,
What our senses and instruments bring to our minds.
The beauty around us within which we're bound
Is infinite large and infinite fine.

Take a white flower as just one example,
The human eye sees what it needs and no more.
But arrows show there for the insects who sample
The pollen and nectar they seek in its core.

Or go five miles east or go five miles west,
A human scaled journey of less than a day;
You may find a desert or cold mountain's crest,
Stand under blue sky or raining clouds gray.

The air that you breathe there your senses t'will please,
Molecular gas moving just the right speed;
Too fast it would burn you, too slow it would freeze,
But the mix you will find will be just what you need.

But go five miles up, or else five miles deep;
Surprised you will be at the world you would find;
Your world, yes, but your life you won't keep
Gasping and freezing, or crushed, burned, and blind.

From the last star we'll see, to primordial beach,
From your birthplace position to life's ending's sky,
The limits of life will be beyond reach,
In time or in space however you try.

But still you were born here, may be here you'll breed,
If causes you seek to comfort your mind.
This world and this time will nurture your seed
Until your time's ending, now hid by road's wind.

Fear not that road's ending, fear not your own death.
Our world's one of many, so many in number.
One day you will take it, will take your last breath,
No different for you, than all other slumber.

Your birth is a limit, your death is another,
Though limitless stars fill your sky,
All men are your cousins, all sisters your mother,
But no Father you'll find when you die.