Prayer For the Cosmic Coma Fix

The sky is in an apoplectic quandary why tonight Earth is entirely too old to be on solid holy ground Atmospheres confuse the colors in the air with reason There is nothing to be seen there anyway, it's freezing At this moment nitrogen lakes bubble up on Saturn Ice columns form circles mirrored around the moons Orchestrated heavenly rings that hang on mystic hope Nightfall follows the pontiff around the alter light In the Vatican clouds orbit in his head as fixed While he blesses all the planets, even Mars In communion with the cosmic coma gift He even forgives strange Venus for its misgivings Spinning retrograde against the laws of physics Eight other planets can't be wrong rotating right Holy Spirit come to hold our hands and planets Help us understand the plan, the orbital holy land We could be finished if we miss it The cosmic logic escapes us by the minute Please fix it