in a universe of chaos
what is theology?

a flight of imagination
far from reality?

or maybe a mystic yearning
upon a cosmic sea?

perhaps a perplexed purpose
for those who pine for philosophy?

could it be a kind of madness
that helps the kind to cope?

or dearest desperation
at the end of life’s long rope?

I know not what it is
I know not what is God

I know not why I live
I know not why I’m odd.