No loving God can anywhere be found,
If man’s not smart or is trouble bound,
Or is caught by forces beyond his aid,
And thru ignorance, price is paid.

God doesn’t intercede to take up slack,
Do personal favors, or our errors track,
Then write in a book all that we do,
To maybe at the end our life renew.

No, God’s been neutral all these years,
Despite man’s want to allay his fears
Of mortality and leaving with nothing done
To show the worth of what’s been won.

Man’s told stories and swore them true ,
To escape his fate when his time is due,
By conjuring heaven as a place to go,
When spirit from body will surely flow.

But if reality and truth we’d rather believe,
Look to evolution’s tapestry weave,
Each life-thread a probability vector,
Influenced by all others in its sector.

Product of a grand incentive scheme,
Competitive strategy with profit theme,
Which allows success to onward flow
While failures to annihilation go.

Mostly it’s luck, some good, some bad,
That’s given each what each has had,
Yet timely effort can change luck’s face,
Allowing one swifter to conduct his race.

Our thread is so vital in evolution’s loom,
We must ride our luck or accept our doom,
And whether we’re whole or whether lame,
Play “maybe so” in life’s shuttle game.