A Question of the Universe
“What took you so long?” He asked.
“To question my universe?”
“To think that you might presume
To understand the intricacies
Of all that I have created
Throughout the eons of Time?”
“You were not meant to know –
Not all, not everything
That I am capable of
Creating,
Doing.”
“I am the Mathmetician.
The Creator of all life
Within your reach
And worlds far beyond.”
“You are merely a speck
In the cosmic dust of things
That I have given purpose,
Will,
And the heart
To decide
Your own fate.”
“It is not for you to know –
Not yet.
Not until I deem it so.
Not until
I open
The Gates
Of the Universe
To welcome
You Home.”
By: jan b. pearce
04/24/19
Copyright © Jan Pearce | Year Posted 2019
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