Beyond the Credos Men Believe

Is there a God of levity

Who in the woodpecker's laugh delights,

Fashions crows and minah birds

Then makes us weep when song bursts forth

From meadowlark and nightingale

Exploding as they take the air?

Is there a God so whimsical,

Creator of the sloe-eyed deer

Who then designed the stolid moose

And built the mole to break through clay

Then in His image sculpted man?

In truth I do not believe it so.

Perhaps a spark was placed within

This creature of a thousand shapes

Who cannot find his rightful form

Yet glimpses through the sages eyes

The beauty that is waiting there,

Above our poetry and sins

Above all thought we can conceive,

A plan magnificent and grand

Beyond the credos men believe.