Between Rock and the Infinite

When you think of a stone does the Earth comes to mind, The blue agate-like orb that's seen rounding moon's girth, Our home's sun-shadowed curves (from man's tide-locked moon base)? Known life's locus seems pinned on a velvet so black That it dominates space! Clumped debris of star's death, We field gravity's playground with stone-cold intent! Does a star trust collapse, dare to dream that its kind Serves improbable futures, that death brings rebirth, Grok PERFECTION evolves at a furious pace? Now man's Science observes in short time how some slack Is made tight, and how voids (time reveals) find new breath! Space, light, matter serves God, in His will, all content! Long Tooth November 30th in 2019