No Plan For Man Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

The core of faith is all the same,
It is the common sense of man.
Even if we don't utter His Holy Name,
It is the centre of Nature's plan.

Our species is just one step along the way,
Continuous change is His plan.
Despite our wish we are not here to stay,
There is no special role for Man.

We will be succeeded in due time,
By an unsuspected intelligence not even known,
It is our big vanity to think we are sublime,
To rule this world as if our own.

He will not punish the arrogance of Man,
We will do it ourselves quite well.
Even if our demise is our own plan,
He will permit us to go to Hell.