Hope Is Weaned
Stars spontaneously ignite
into lights that adorn the night.
And each new sun secures its place
in the fabric of time and space.
Quasars and pulsars spin so fast
that they emit a photon blast.
Miracles galaxies contain,
rival those in Heaven's domain.
Infinity can't be defined,
the universe boggles the mind.
But eternity plays with time,
letting us witness the sublime.
Space holds mysteries to explain,
hidden truths; we've yet to obtain.
And despite what religion says,
Man yearns to explore nature's ways.
From the big bang, data is gleaned,
magic unfurls, and hope gets weaned.
And we approach exaltation
in the midst of God's creation.
(Rhyme)
8/6/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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