hundred million years ago
a diplodocus waded in the swamps
its tiny brain
untroubled by thoughts of God, who no doubt looked
lovingly upon him as later
with tenderness he would watch over simple,
men at Easter Island or
broken on the megaliths of their deeply held untruths—
it was not the kairos, the right time,
and no doubt they will be judged by their lights
folly of their generations
by this curious, demanding, secret God
down from somewhere as his universe
expands hopefully to meet him.
Easter Island Home of hundreds of ancient stone statues.
kairos New Testament Greek for “the right time” or “the appointed time”.