Cosmic Love

Sunshine and stars shine,
and it makes me wonder
if the only thing within the sky
or under…
if the only thing out of step
with its harmony
is the human race,
and the love of we;
but aesthetic perfection is not the same
as being truly perfect in the cosmic game:
the sun burns chaotic, the stars drift agley,
and the universe
unravels
infinitely.
If there is a grand design,
it must look like my room:
too far gone now to be helped by a broom,
and when Order itself stands against God’s intent,
is it really so strange Love has our consent?

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