“Bacon!”

The man holds a picture of a cat,
“Bacon!” dog does eagerly bark,
Next picture’s a kitty, rather fat,
“Bacon!” Again, dog’s off the mark.

Each new picture that’s held aloft,
Elicits same response from the dog,
“Bacon!” he says, early and oft,
Thinks all reality is fried hog.

Some people are deluded as well,
Irrational, whatever they’re shown.
“God did it,” if good fortune befell,
“God protects,” if tragedy full blown.

“God is love, he sends the rains,”
(And a destructive tornado too.)
“God was with me, storm took gains,
My family died, but I pulled through.”

Storm veered directly to his home site,
Does it occur to wonder why,
If omnipotent God had no spite,
It would not simply pass him by?

The reason, of course, dear friend,
Is probability and chance,
Were the culprits that did send
Whirling storm in sheer happenstance.

For trillions of untold vectored actions
Cause energized material motions.
Weather, magma and tectonic tractions
Show no respect for human notions.

Noon at specific coordinate,
If thick clouds don’t float in the skies,
Sun’s rays on the earth will resonate,
On your face if you lift your eyes.

Same coordinate, storm will arrive,
At specific time, its track coincide,
And if you’re there, want to stay alive,
You’ll find safe haven and hide.

Seems epitome of arrogance,
To think that nature, its intent would bend,
Would compromise vectored elegance,
Do one a favor, physical laws rend.

God did not send rain, his love upholding
Neither did he send screaming winds.
Was nature’s due process unfolding,
That only on time and place depends!

So when observing side of hog, fried,
“Bacon” is an appropriate declaration,
And if natural phenomena is spied,
It’s a vectored energy conglomeration.

Neither God’s love nor his wrath,
Accurately describes nature’s way,
God rests on a neutral path,
Over bacon and weather makes no say.
 
 

© 2004 R. Leland Waldrip