by Jeph Johnson
Life's merciless disregard
For fairness I equate
With fortuitous and haphazard
Plans I didn't make
Providence seems as random
As aimless circumstance
While God rules His kingdom
Of casualties with chance.
If there's one Divine Reality
Or the Absolute exists at all,
I hope to find finality
In something less than protocol.
Reason must then be defined
As whenever I see sane;
Intellect trapped and confined
To the limits of my brain.
My chaotic quest continues on
To sort through disarray.
Fortitude has been withdrawn
And I've randomly replaced
The courage with a cowardice
That defines a skeptic's world.
Evidence has been dismissed
Like I was by the girl