March Poem and Random Image: A Psalm of Colm (when he had finished reading Carl Sagan and Brian Cox)

Ah Elohim! O Ancient of Days!
anteceding the 13.8 billion
years of this spinning, swirling
exploding, expanding Universe

Where we are ‘a lonely speck in
the great enveloping cosmic
darkness with none from without
to save us from ourselves’; but

Are not the hairs of my head
numbered, my evanescent
times in Your hands on this
pulchritudinous Pale Blue Dot;

Should I come, should I go,
should I fly, should I flunk,
to Thee alone my days being known?
Ah Hashem! O Ancient of Days!