Treat Prophets and Such Things with Light Disdain

A googol times a trillion eons passed

Before you came.  You were not missed in all

That stretch though there was nothing in that vast

Unstretched-out stretch.  That fact does not appall

Us.  We are comfortable with that.  And why

Not?  Do we sweat through days and nights because

There once was that expanse, there was no sky,

And nothing filled the emptiness, no pause

In zeroness occurred until along

Came energy and subatomic stuff?

So why do we compose this moaning song

And dance with Christ and Moses…all that guff?

We weren’t . . . and then we will not be again.

    So what?  Accept your first and last terrain.

~ Phillip Whidden