Under Control

What is impossible, changes with time
and we attribute new powers to god
saying, obviously he can do this.

Sometimes we pray for impossibilities
but at times we are anxious
about their very plausibility.

There should be a prime mover,we profess
else the universe would become
like a giant wheel gone out of control.
Only with more degrees of freedom.

We like to hear answers that soothe us
for any sort of question. A soothing
one is the suitable one. We just need to
to be told, everything is fine, under control.

Yes under control, under one flag
of concentrated optimism
fluttering atop a hill
of our able feeble bodies.