Holy Half Sonnet

God, grant us a universe
Without intention, without
A grand strategy, a plan,

Or any kind of purpose,
A meaningless universe,
And we swear we’ll learn to live

With our own meaning-makings,
Our goal-orientations,
Local penalties for life.

Just let this sun on the ground
Be moving for no reason,
And we will praise you loudest,

Will do this cosmos proudest,
Who ask for nothing from you.