A Stab at a Guess-Worthy God

The future brightness of a comet
Is terribly tricky to predict.
This might become a beam in the night

Or disappear into a faint smear
Detectable only with lenses
Ground well enough to discern

The famously fickle face of God—
Omniscient, omnipotent, but shy
As any of the small creations.

The point is that the comet remains
More or less the same slushed assemblage
Of dirty ice, whether dim or not,

And what can you say there is to learn
About God and constancy from this?