Proliferation

What if the earth on which we dwell
is simply a tiny part of a cell
within the magnificent mind of God
and what if all in creation we see
is just his sprawling anatomy
would our minuteness seem odd?

As we witness it expanding
we must face one conclusion
omnipotence is demanding
requiring profusion
of matter to manipulate

it's all, at best, belittling
despite our deep denial
and like a blade keeps whittling
until the final trial
when we, at last, accept our fate.

But if we are creatures of happenstance
what is the astronomical chance
that we are alone in the universe?
The only course for our copious race
is voyaging forth through the vastness of space
to chart the cosmic currents and disperse.