Big Bang

I need to begin this poem
with gratitude.

I’m thinking now,
rather than dreaming,
of the very beginning
                  something too important
to call a moment,
and so startling,
some say it began
with a bang.

Or perhaps there was only silence,
just before a pinprick of light
punctured the once impenetrable darkness.

Was there anything to carry a noise
no louder than a match-strike?

No matter.
No matter.
No matter.
It does not matter.

We must serve
our human function
                  which is to bear witness
humbly,
honestly,
to the unfathomable beauty of life,
and willingly submit ourselves
to the widening mystery
through unending praise
and gratitude.

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This poem was written on October 22, 2025.