In measuring the Doppler shift of stars,
the universe we see seems to expand,
beginning a grand thought that is not ours:
God and the Big Bang do go hand in hand.
Created, the release of His remand,
the science having declared His demise,
heavens now collapse to a grain of sand,
and infinite, its mass, we are apprised;
earth coalesced in time under His watchful eyes.
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This is a Spenserian Stanza, 10a:10b:10a:10b:10b:10c:10b:10c:12c
Resurgence for the idea of a creator/designer within elements of the scientific community began with observations that pointed to a beginning for the universe...
Heat hovers in the violet evening veil,
Adorned by she whose violent eyes glow white.
As static from her nimbus iris hails,
Ionic bolts of plasmic sound and light
Reveal sights of what’s hiding in the night.
Such nonce electric shocks across the sky,
Which tear the air with bolts of dynamite,
‘Tis but bitter breath blown from but a sigh,
Heaved from the bifrost ‘fore an Asgardian eye.
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Such union tastes now like ambrosia sweet,
this oneness we share while our lives remain.
Now my love, speak anew for time is fleet,
repeat your promise, gladsome oath's refrain.
Ah Specter, deign not evil toward this twain,
but keep away Grim Reaper, shade of night.
Fortuna, may it be that we obtain
from basket, thy fruit ever lasting right:
thus hoping we remain esteemed in thy good sight.