The God of cosmic question
Surprises by a birth,
Not in some new dimension
But on this ravaged earth!
In quasars, quarks and pulsars
We seek the cosmic truth:
The ground of our existence
That set creation loose,
And human senses lead us,
Through all they analyse,
From arrogance to wonder,
To spiritual surprise.
But senses have their limits:
Unanswered still there lies
The single, deepest question
Our intellect supplies.
Yet history proffers insight:
The Christ of time and space
Speaks of a God incarnate
Born in a squalid place.
Alive within our compass,
Upon this ravaged earth,
The God of cosmic question
Surprises us in birth!
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) (amended 2019 by author)
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