The Big Bang

One fine day I was told

that the universe is finitely old.

That it was born in a flash,

spawned large clouds of dust and ash.

It was called the Big Bang

and it made a lot of noise.

For some strange reason, I was told,

a matter for everyone to rejoice.

Science called it a triumph

of human mind and intelligence.

The Church pointed to the Bible -

Genesis was divine interference.

I was however perplexed

‘coz there were doubts abound.

If everything emerged post the Bang,

then what before was there to be found?

Indeed if there was something before

from which came everything,

then who put it there, tell me,

or how did it come to being?

Was it a divine creation,

or matter that already existed -

joined together in a tight embrace,

forces of separation that resisted?

If nothing preceded the Bang,

then wherefrom did God appear?

What put Him there in the wilderness,

gave Him our responsibility to bear?

If everything existed as it is

and only modified its state,

then why, pray tell me, must we

this grand catastrophe celebrate?

And so the doubts remain -

agnostic and critical.

Ridiculed by science

and sentenced to burn in hell.