Listening

Reason calls within the sky;
“Hey, stop and wait and listen nigh!
I have these stars and planets here;
I have these galaxies so clear.”

Think as you walk about me so vast;
And ask yourself if in time’s past
I could have developed on my own;
I could have derived myself alone.”

Reason calls within the tree,
“Hey, stop and wait and look at me!
I have these branches, but why it so?
I have these leaves, which yearly grow?

Think as you walk about my form;
And ask yourself, ‘Should be the norm?’
To have what seems such odd design,
And find within me more than time.”

Reason calls within my boy;
"Hey, stop and wait and find your joy!
I have these arms and feet and hands;
I have these fingers, perhaps by chance?

Think as you walk about me now;
And ask yourself both “Why?” and “How?”
These things are so and long have been,
And listen now to what’s within.

Joshua