You created the world
like an X-Files expisode;
Provided implausible, though naturalistic explanationss
for those who wish for them.
You are always with us.
But only sometimes
fudging the dice roll;
filling the oil lantern;
multiplying the fishes and the loaves.
Not because You can not on other occasions.
Not because You would not on other occasions.
But because You don’t need to on those other occasions.
In some way
some fuzzy way?
some specific way?
some unknowable-unnamable way…
You saw what was Good.
And then you Created.
That Gravitation, electromagnetism, the stong force
were preset for human life is common knowledge
That You fine-tuned them
that everything was Good
this is awesome.
And that You step in
when it is not good enough…
that is amazing!
Does it make sense to wonder
how often “sometimes” is
according to our clocks and digital watches?
We are limited by our stupid-tiny perception of time.
even if you cold explain fusion
to a duckling
what would be the point?
prefer us not to be looking?
How many miracles occur
beneath our attention?
Do You make 2 +2 = 9
when You wants to stretch our check books
if we don’t stop to balance them?
Do we find an unexpected check in the mail
to accomplish the same goal
when we are paying attention to the balance?
There is beauty in the idea of a Shrodinger’s 7;
a fuzzy indeterminate number…
clay for the Potter’s wheel.