The Only One

Under a mocking Sun,

I may be The Only One.

Or very close to that.

Yes, here I am again,

Back on this theme.

For all I know is that

I feel and think right now.

As for others,

I can but surmise

From what I see and hear.

Yet who provides this World

In which I live:

A many splendoured Universe?

Human builders built these streets:

Residences flanked by cars.

But Someone must be Dreaming all this

And it can’t be little me.

They talk of Big Bang and Evolution,

Like is some form of Revolution.

But Who provided that First Spark,

Light created out of The Dark?

Who is Responsible

For tiny particles

Winking in and out

Of Existence?

My own Id gives me splendid dreams,

But these are nothing

Compared to what springs forth

From some Super Id

Out there somewhere

Or somewhen.

Evolution takes its course,

Following a formula

That transcends

Space and Time.

Many call The Author “God”

Of course,

And why not?

We each have our God,

Defined however we will.

Our Sun has been a “God”,

And maybe still is to some.

Whatever we believe in,

There are Powers around,

Way above our heads.

Whoever or whatever they are

We can but Hope

That they smile upon us

And keep us safe.

Paul Butters

© PB 3\12\2018.