Not A Miracle... Poem by john coldwell

I saw my latest grandchild yesterday
All lagoon eyes and fat little fingers
A perfect beauty in every way
What joy pure time, and chance can bring us.
Just a mindless collision of matter of course,
Because we have proof empirical
Whatever else the little girl is
She is certainly not a miracle

No space, no time, no void, no law
Now pregnant nothing gives birth to everything
The biggest bang you never saw
Distills to field and sea and eagles wing
A self starter to shame us all is that,
Because we have proof empirical
Whatever else the universe is
It is certainly not a miracle


And now deep in those primeval ponds
Randomness brews its impossible recipe
The 100 billion to one coincidence responds
Given time and chance, with you, and me,
Unlikely, maybe, but didn’t Mr Dawkins say
We now have proof empirical
Whatever the gift of life may be
It is certainly not a miracle

I looked down at my mother, that gentle soul
In hospital, on her final day
I know heaven is her certain goal
I thought, as she quietly passed away
Now here’s a question for all rationalists
And please don’t be equivocal
Prove that we have no immortal soul
Now that would take a miracle