Some claim God created it all,
A singularity burst at His call,
Others say a singularity, yes, true ,
But don’t have need of a god, in lieu

Of a Big Bang flowering on its own,
From causes hidden, unknown.
And a whole cosmos infinitely here
Is as likely as sudden appear

From God’s most omnipotent hand
Stars, planets, nebulae and land.
Romantic notions of genesis abound.
For each culture a story is found

That complements its people’s ways,
Helps them more fully live out their days.
But what I see, as a fact writ large,
Is that no god today is in charge

Of our lives in a personal way,
Unless her manner of having her say,
Of pulling strings that make us dance
Precisely imitates physics and chance.

No, for me it’s good sense and feel,
For the cosmos form to be a wheel,
Rolling through that singularity
With awesome punctual regularity.

And in between, a big bang explodes,
Blooms, expands ‘til gravity’s lodes
Contract to bring it crunching back
In the same old singularity track.

In each cycle lives one universe,
Its laws unique, for better or worse,
And life, it will, or life will want,
But its possibility will ever haunt.

And the wheel rolls on …