Today, I decided to pray
but not because I saw the light.
As a rational being I’m agnostic
for two reasons:
We have no proof of life after death
empirical or logical.
And suppose a higher order does exist,
what makes us think we matter to it
at all, except for our part in the art
Good enough for the likes of us.
I’m praying now, decidedly me
to keep this order as is,
true evidence of a higher presence,
Little creatures of perfection, floral and fawning,
massive Redwoods and great Blue whales
who treat us well the way
their mommas taught them.
Physic matter may not matter,
but maybe it does.
No matter, I’m taking no chances
I’m weighing in, I’m praying
like there’s no tomorrow,
I’m weighing in with the weight
of the spiritual that might be,
with the hope that might matter.
To keep natural things
the way they are,
to right the balance.
I’m praying after all,
every day now after all,
what else do we have to lose?