I don’t buy the primordial ooze theory

Or the Big Bang, for that matter (pun intended)

I look at a flower, its perfect design

The hide of the cougar, its markings

The veins in a leaf, the pattern in a snowflake

My own body – my eyelashes, my skin cells!

The systems that keep me alive

It’s not random

It’s too brilliant

I don’t have a name for for what created it all

I don’t have a theory

But I sure do have reverence

And I sure do have awe

 

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: ooze