The Life Savior's Hand

It's not much of a race, science trying to outpace miracle miracle always being fleeter than the equation the speed of light is simply quicker than the mind god's heart burning brighter than the hottest crucible of time the newest equations trying to connect beginning to end theories about infinity -mixing concoctions for happiness the middle child, called living, forges on... forgotten. Man is stubborn, cursed with unbridled ego believes in himself and not the common miracle he'll swim his ego against whitecaps, island to island drifting further from the spirit stroking hard to soothe the flesh but in the froth when the heart goes under when there is no land in sight and the nibblers move in to take a bite man will look up into the stars pray hard and true like a child reaching out for the life savior's hand.