Message In A Bottle Poem by Patti Masterman

If I were to write a letter to God it might go along these lines:
Dear Sir or Madam: Now that I am fully assimilated
into this greenish- blue planet, I would say to you that I came
to be here in the normal manner, unassisted by science:
I was genuinely born, by fact of which I have a navel-
A belly- button if you will- the result of a birth- canal connection
To a mammalian mother, also known as a Homo Sapiens female,
And crown bones that were moveable for a short period after birth.

I breathe a partial- oxygen atmosphere and eat various foodstuffs
Available here on the planet. I possess a bendable,
opposable thumb, the Rosetta stone of Intelligence they say.
A language inherited from many generations of ancestors before,
Along with a greatly enhanced larger sized brain to help me use it;
An upright stance to enable easier walking-
In short, I have in abundance, everything necessary for survival here.

In truth I admit I am clueless about who or
What I am doing here or what purpose it all serves.
Since all the beings here die after a period, sooner or later,
It is considered most desirable to live for as long as possible.
The only knowledge I lack is the time and nature of my death.
We thinking beings here have many religions to
Help us cope with that lack of knowledge
About when we die and what becomes of us after that.

Alas, we don’t know if we’re the center of this universe and
Everything was made for our pleasure, as most of the worlds
Religions claim, or if we are just one of many residents here,
In this galaxy and elsewhere. In spite of these minor problems,
I would like to say thank you for everything.
We’re just in awe here about all your creations.
Nobody else could have done it so well- keep up the good work, eh?
Something is better than nothing, right?
And it all came out of- nothing, huh?
Right. God to see you- I mean good,
Good to see you. And have a nice- forever? I guess;
Signed, your Child