When all the universe was formed
and tossed into an empty space
the will of God meant this to be
a perfect, lovely, gentle place.
Why? Why have we changed it so
with war and hate and greed to blame?
Why can we not find a way
to make a gentler world our aim?
When moon and sun were thought and shaped
and stars were cast across the sky,
the will of God meant lovely things
should never need to fade or die.
When flowers bloomed in Eden's bower
where lamb and lion together lay,
the will of God meant peace to reign
where war and woe could not betray.
When all the world was made at last
with beauty, joy and peace to spare,
the will of God meant all good things
to live and love and prosper there.