By Predicament Or Perhaps Predication

    by James R. Thacher

Here I am again--

Where deep and throughout the heavens
the stars and moons and planets communicate by light,

Where their words upon dust particles gather and grow
into infinite possibilities,

Where nothing is too far or too close because all
is on and one is all,

Where the sounds of silence are solid and soft
and heat and cold 

Where there are no zero nor number yet invented
for the mystery of cause and effect,

Where divine intelligence plays childlike with
probability and discovers human beings,

Where there are no impossibilities to creations
and they become preambles leading to intrepedation,

Where the worlds are formed by predestination
and without question the circle of predation,

Where atoms one link at a time adapt to
situations and form a mind of their own,

Where we and all things here on Earth look up
to these heavens,

Where there in the deep and throughout the stars
and moons and planets and dark and light,

Where we feel the connection that has us
reaching and listening for an answer,

There I am again begging please for a suggestion
or at least a push in the right direction.