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The Island

An island Afloat in a sea of galaxies and stars Orbiting its sun Light and energy to warm and stir its life Conceived by God.... With one explosive...singular...divine idea 14 billion years ago Launching time and place and an expanding universe Ruled by the laws of physics and chemistry Giving birth at once to simple atoms and then the elements Coalescing over eons to form the places...stars and galaxies... God's universe...ever expanding to infinity After nine billion years of cooling, expanding and the birthing of millions of galaxies Earth is born...like no other planet in the universe An island of majesty and beauty...sustainer of plants and animals God's special planet...to house a special living species...Man Evolved at last! Only two hundred and fifty thousand years ago Infused as no other species or product evolved from the big bang Infused with a soul and a free will A soul, by which man may sense the existence of God A free will, to chose what actions and directions he will take I wonder if God conceived another planet, in a distant galaxy called heaven And another, a black hole, called hell thousand of light years away Connected to Earth by worm holes yet to be discovered The hell hole for those who use their free will to destroy God's special planet Earth In only 250,000 years man is set to destroy this beautiful island, conceived In that single divine thought fourteen billion years ago The ultimate mortal sin By those few who control so much of the riches that spew from the bowels of the Earth And refuse to see... the glaciers melt The oceans rise The poor starve The species die...and God cry. Democracy devolved...the will of the many to live suppressed by the greed of the few While proclaiming...God Bless Us all As God cries! The words of an unknown ancient..."Scientia Non Habet Inimicum Nisp Ignoraantem" ..."Science has no enemies but for the ignorant" God cries for the ignorant... And the tides rise!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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