When I need a place to contemplate
The day that's past, and recreate --

Maybe watch my favorites on TV
Or take my kitten upon my knee,

Then I go to the place that's mine alone
And quietly to my God atone

For any mistakes that I've made in the day
I whisper a prayer, to humbly say

That I know that my Creator lives
And that life to all He freely gives

Because the World itself exists,
And if even one atom is real, it's His

Gift of love, and we're free of course,
To deny it all, or even worse...

God doesn't exist just because we allow it,
Nature itself is the proof and He's willed it

Into existence complete with us all,
This tiny old blue, white and green spinning ball.

by D. Edgar Murray