Blueprint In The Sand

In responding to the random
God is constantly creating;
In response to wise men’s questions asking, ‘Why?’
‘Why this present, why that past
And why the future that is waiting?’
Here His answer is transparent:
‘Here am I.’

I am asking for the meaning
Of this galaxy eternal;
I am seeking the coincidental plan
To be spread out here before me
In my quest for the diurnal
Game of chance to be explained
In terms of man.

For the ordinary stuff of life
Is where Time’s wheel tangential
Touches, here and now, the moment that we share
And the concrete of this pavement
And the wood beneath my pencil
Where the paper meets the table
Must be there.

For the pre-existing will that needs
Imperative obedience
Is at once the loving, flexible response
To the gift of free expression
And free will and of convenience
Constant change to be expected
Human wants.

Explanations in the rigid
Language of exclusive dogmas
Cannot yet embrace realities we see.
There is ‘both’ and there is ‘and’,
There is ‘spontaneous’ and ‘planned’,
There is a blueprint in the sand
Awaiting me.