You, God <br />Who created me <br />and the universe <br />with a billion degrees <br />and two hundred <br />seventy-three, <br />the speed of light <br />and relativity, <br />- and poetry. <br /> <br />Where are we now? <br />Why our mad rush <br />to greet you? <br />Why do we sin <br />and then expect <br />a final exculpation? <br />Do you care?<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/question-44/
