Did we notice that near miss while we were squabbling?
That asteroid which sailed by closer than the moon?
Another ice age in the offing, a termination all too soon!
Skittish providence, our future bobbling.!
We may be the chosen ones; we may survive.
Creation’s lottery might not wipe us out
and historians will laud our story and will shout
it to the stars; no one to hear, for no one else alive
Or in the fashion of a likely consequence
of other bangs as big as ours or more
our universe may perish in some cosmic war
forcing God to try more adequate defence.
No doubt some universe will find the art
to give the life force better chance to rise;
to overcome destruction from the skies
and conquer human hatred in the heart
Then the kingdom will have finally come to pass
and nevermore the deluge from creation come
and they will think they were the only ones
unaware of those who lived and tried but did not last.