God Of The Gaps
Between the stars we place our minds,
in shadows where our knowledge ends.
We whispered gods into the cogs,
and hoped our ignorance made amends.
Each candle lit another truth,
each theorem carved a deeper mark—
yet still we dreamed, as dreamers do,
where silence hides each sacred spark.
But gaps are where the questions grow,
not thrones for gods, but seeds that flow.
The cosmos hums—its music shows
a universe both vast with thought.
And still, I bow—not to the gaps,
but to the God that made it whole.
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