Harold Macdonald's Muse


Harold Macdonald

The loud commencement of the universe,

(Except no air was there to transport sound)

Impressive cosmic bang! It still resounds!

Eons later here we are and none the worse.

As if conditions, at the start of  time,

Determined that wed later come to pass;

and love, the melee of creation would surpass

And shape it by intelligent design.

But whos to say this was the only try?

That other universes came to pass unknown

Some mindlessly; on rocky soil were sown

and ours but accidental symmetry?

No steps to heaven appear among the stars and holes

No path through universal chaos for the trembling souls.