Constrained ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com Constrained as we are, Between the blackness of the womb and that of death, Between the poles of this spinning ball of rock-and-brine, ‘Tween space’s vacuum and the crush of ocean depths, Between the infinite and the infinitesimal, Between Now and Later– It seems we should be more humble,… Read More Poetry | Constrained
What Purpose…Everything? © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr What purpose would everything serve An eternal, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent Creator? What purpose, anything, temporary? But all is temporary: From the far-flung Galaxies To our grinding continental plates, To the squalling infant at birth. All, temporary; All, here-today; gone-tomorrow. When the sun has grown to scorch the Earth… Read More Poetry | What Purpose…Everything?
All That Is © 2017, 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr I have concluded, or nearly so, That Intelligent design is in the Universe, Or Universes, stacked one upon another In some frequency-variant set of substrates Of reality—ad infinitum, in profundis. Not because of that random-seeming Toss of thousands of millions of Galaxies Within the limits… Read More Poetry | All That Is
The Cosmos as Creation © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr If a supreme intelligence created our Universe it deliberately gave its creation limits. Things set in motion tend to slow down. Heat tends to cool. Living beings are born, thrive, grow and then, as they age, begin to deteriorate, slow down and die. Whole species… Read More Rhetoric | The Cosmos as Creation