I wonder whether I am just flesh and blood
decaying with Time:
There is nothing Holy about Life:
A bastard is born every minute to die.
Then I think of my TV remote,
how I click and control with an Invisible Hand,
My Zeppellin playing music with unseen sound waves between my Computer and It:
There may not be a God or Eternity
Yet Life is wondrous and more than I see.
Just perhaps the holiness of life is hidden behind decaying flesh!