A Miracle

A Miracle

 

             One day a sage climbed very high

          And asked the mystic midnight sky,

          “O Universe, will I be missed?

          Will there be proof that I exist?

          And will my words traverse the land

          And always be in great demand?

          And will my name resound so far

          It echoes to the faintest star?

          In short, I ask you; will I be

          Condemned to immortality?”

          The earth did shake, the sky did glow

          The Cosmos loudly shouted, “NO!”

          Yet all its rage left sage unawed

          Who calmly murmured, “Oh, thank God!”