My little girls ask me
Childish questions, simple things
Only a child could ask such foolish things

Daddy, who made God?
Daddy, before creation, what was here?
I can only answer. “I don’t know, my dear.”

Daddy, why did God make me?
When I grow up, will I then see?
Silly questions, one may say
But good answers will never see the light of day.

Daddy, what are we doing here?
The greatest minds who’ve walked this earth
And the greatest minds not given birth
Could never help her in her quest
Or grant to her this one request
My final answer may come to her as such a blow
As I answer, “It’s not for us to know.”

Creation alone tells a partial story
And gives us all a tiny glimpse of glory

Little girl, your daddy’s not so smart
I told you at the very start
“It’s not for us to know.”

Ben V. Rodriguez
(The hospital - stroke October 1997)