Wondrous Life

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!