When the stars all shine upon me
And the half moon peeks out
Shy as a bride from her clouded veil;
On nights like these I wonder
Whether there really is a god
For the creation of such a wondrous world
Surely wouldn’t have been an accident.
And then I ask to the people who say
That a bang and a boom gave birth to the world –
A bang and a boom would surely have created
A piece of rock and flesh,
But if there really was no god,
Then there wouldn’t have been lives and souls.
For violent fireworks can only create
A thing so marvellous
But souls ain’t created by force or hurt
For they require love, and pure beauty.
And if you still believe it to be an illusion
I hope there is, and always be
Such a wondrous illusion.
For the man gets his thoughts
From the wondrous nature around him,
Oh great illusionist! Hence I ask,
What gave YOU the thought
To create such a marvel,
The thoughts of which
Have inspired all others,
And continues to be
The definition of love
And fine beauty,