SECRET ORDER.

Underneath chaos

and the appearance of random chance

there is a secret order.

A wisdom underneath the rocks

that makes all things

animate, strive, live and die.

And there is an elegance

beneath the evolution

of tooth and claw

and unflinching competition

to win progeny and find

destiny in the gene pool.

Someone made all of this

and sustains it behind the mists

of light and dark matter,

writes meta narratives,

and in the cold truth of survival,

charts a way of grace.

The secret order

belongs to God

and wisdom is heavenly love.

Elegance is no accident

and existence relies on divinity.

Not some tired old pantheon,

an animating energy

who watches worlds

be born, grow, live and die:

an abundance of attempts,

some chances succeed.

This is a being who

laughs at your best philosophy.

I desire you, Adonai,

and I am here because you desire me.