The Many Minds of God
Neither hail, sleet, nor snow may go
where the wind refuses to blow.
All these ravages of the cold
only travel where they are told.
For the slave masters of the sky
tell these things where to go and why.
But, who directs this moving air,
telling it when to go and where?
Perhaps there is a super mind
which eternity has designed
who sets all of the rules, not chance,
and plays the tunes to which winds dance.
That is as good a reason as any;
and not only one mind, but many.

Walt Abbott–4-9-2009