What Stirs the Soul
What stirs the soul from hot to cold
and all degrees between?
What makes the earth spin
what moves the wind
what makes flowers grow from seeds?
What makes all the planets and stars
intangibly connected,
through space and time
like a dancing rhyme
mysteriously perfected?
What makes a child much more than its smile
even before it sees first light?
What makes it grow
what makes blood flow
what makes a wrong not right?
What made the first water on the planet appear
and created air to breath?
What makes oceans move,
urge us to seek, strive and improve
and follow our hearts, hopes and dreams?
What makes writers write and singers sing
and mountain climbers dare
to scale high peaks
because they seek
something majestically mystical up there?
What energy above and origin of love
could make a universe from nothing at all,
from the great Big Bang
to a human lifespan
beckoning us to follow its call?
Although some suggest it's a crapshoot at best,
I believe it’s quite simply explained:
when the Big Bang exploded
the Creator unloaded
His and Her Mind throughout its domain.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2022
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