Red Mountain, Arizona.
Prehistoric rocks are spread around and appear to have been
carved by a giant hand in this land where they’ve been docilely
lying and sighing unheard for a million years or more.
That’s a bit longer than I’ve been around. If it’s true what
my atheist friends say. I think as I gaze at volcanic
rocks, beguiled by their seemingly immortality.
I have my own beliefs and they tell me it could have been my
hand that carved these rocks, or perhaps that as magna I too
got blown from a volcano in a previous time.
I didn’t have to be alive because it’s hard for me to believe
that we’re not all part of the universe dead or alive. There may
be no God or superior being, but there’s something out there
that diligently works to see that every part functions as designed.
No Earthling will ever know why, or how it came to be as it is, but
it’s obviously working and we’ll never know why,
If it weren’t, could anything on any list exist for a length of time
without exploding, crashing, disintegrating or ceasing to exist?
Why is that I have to ask?
No one here has an answer to that, but somewhere out there
it’s taught in grammar school, but not here where we’re told, “Beware,
everything was created by a guy in the sky who’ll send you to hell.”
I don’t believe there’s a God who cares for us more than anything
that exists. So it has come to this, I believe there’s a reason for everything,
and unlike others I know who have an answer, I say, “I just don’t know.”