It’s the biggest of questions that boggle the mind
Of the one on a quest to know most everything.
Does the fabric of space/time’s near infinite slope
Offer deep understanding or spiritual hope?
If our questioning questing does yield anything
Could our race as a whole be more loving inclined?
It’s a sea of uncertainty, constant as change.
The wild geese that are chased change their form on the wing.
It’s the bright shiny object – a clue to a clue
To the brick and the mortar that make up our zoo.
If we gained that much detail could that somehow bring
Us to better enlightenment? Does this sound strange?
I am certain that change is a constant affair.
Sub-atomic existences prove this all day
As they come and go often in minutest time.
They have laws of their own and cannot commit crime.
They define our existence yet lead us astray.
Would it be a trip if they responded to prayer?