Did God Have A Choice Poem by Patti Masterman

Earth, out of what did you arrive?
Galaxies, what speck sprouted you?
What singularity labored to expel all this?
How can the expansion have no center?
The world is so dense with meaning-
So pregnant with becoming.
Is this beauty broken symmetry?
Does the dancing vacuum embrace all this?
Can someone stop all this spinning
And rotating and whirling
Long enough to explain it to me?
Or am I a child, just wishing for the moon?