Who lets the earth hurtle around the sun?
Who keeps the stars on their fiery path?
Is God the mechanic who makes things run?
And should mankind avoid His awesome wrath?
Or is the universe a clockwork game?
Wound up at the outset and left to spin
Begetting new lives without any aim
Save procreation so that their genes win
The survival race kills all at the last
The stars will wink out as time races by
Will a lonely God think about the past?
Or as He has lived so should He too die?
Or will Creation - absolutely cold
Be a dark bubble for God to behold?
James E Cragg
Your poem reminds me of a song I know by Cecil Armstrong Gibbs called 'Why do I Love?' Words attributed rather enigmatically to 'Ephelia'
These words also pose an unanswerable question; why we are all driven by the forces around us, unable to comprehend why.
I enjoyed reading it. Thank you.