Deep Space Christmas
Deep Space Christmas
God is busy this time of year attending to the billions
People’s needs, guiding reindeer, assisting Santa, counting souls
Helping with the naughty/nice boys and girls
Even Craigslist needs some tweaking here and there
And other things too numerous to know or mention here
God is the great Creator out there at all times
At Christmas He moves faster than the speed of light
He has to keep up with popular demands
Stars and universes don’t create themselves you know
He rides great rivers of dark matter like a magic carpet
That move along ribbons of space and time
Cosmic phenomena built on great speeds increasing every second
Millions of parsecs wide and longer than known universes
They curve through cosmic landscapes and glide to the beyond
God looks out at the great black void
And with legions of pretty angels by His side
The wondrous design begins again
Everyone knows that thousands of angels can dance on the head of a pin
It is common knowledge that each celestial creature has that gift
They carry within their deep deep pockets, (just below the wings)
Thousands of other angels dancing on their own individual pins
But did you know these same tiny angels grow?
They expand larger than most universes
With multi-color baskets by their side
God directs them to toss assorted planets
From blue baskets into the great unknown
Over there to be precise, to the right and upward
And somewhat just beyond that spot
The yellow baskets have suns and quasars with special protective shields
To shield the angels from wing singes and radiation fields
They throw thousands at a time by pure design
And since suns are too hot to handle, they throw them fast and throw a lot
Black baskets hold black holes, dark matter and a scattering of exotic things
God pulls them out real slow due to weight considerations and mysteries
Orange baskets hold more void but more about that later
We don’t want to distract you from the Creator
Back at Earth He takes his favorite creation by the hands
Men and women die all the time
He looks at each and every one of them with His bright kind eyes
At that moment they are the only thing in His universe
Don’t cry. You are not applying for a job
He holds them as his own and welcomes them home
So grab a basket from an angel and let’s get back to work
Universes don’t build themselves you know
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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