The Perfect Firmament

Before sunrise the firmament, silent and luminous kept all its stars under guard, and none would go astray, because the voice of God they obey; and their names, unknown to us, are spoken by Him with kindness and carried on the currents of a mighty wind, which are moved by a command! I express my enthusiasm, to elevate my lyrics to the heights of the shimmering luminaries; this praise emerges from a deep gratefulness... and unlikely any other emotion it conveys, mine is never repressed by feeling, it goes beyond my understanding to why it was created with such a magnificence... for that specific purpose humans aren't aware of, but doesn't it attest to a Supreme Intelligence? After sunset the perfect firmament glows with light to overwhelm me with more awe and less controversy, and why should there be doubts to obliterate every evidence from my thought; when faith is evanescent, all thoughts become empty and improvident... so that the Creator is shredded of glory! My excitement is induced by contemplation, dissenting the theory of evolution; how can distortion render conviction... if all it does is cause more division? This assumption doesn't tolerate belief, it is utterly senseless and full of hypocrisy, conceiving the Creation as a myth; are we subdued by its plausibility?