Life so strange and random for a worm,
\ndoes it wonder how things come about?
\nWith chance a player in its circumstances
\nthe usefulness of planning one may doubt.<\/p>\n
For the silkworm – far into the distance
\n– sees a roof, and believes it there by chance.
\nA roof of course is not of chance but planning –
\na silkworm’s world ends upon its branch.<\/p>\n
It knows nothing, of plans or greater powers
\nfor the branches length is far too short.
\nBut what of us? Perhaps our depth of insight
\nat times equates the silkworm we might thwart.<\/p>\n
The roof we see – instead a distant star.
\nIt does exist! Light years far away.
\nAs a silkworm, cluelessly confounded,
\nwe too might ask if chance has won the day.<\/p>\n
But we are perched upon our little branch –
\na trace of dust in God’s great, vast expanse.
\nFrom our perspective is it safe to reckon
\nas the worm, and just believe in chance?<\/p>\n
(The Random Poet:11012021
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