Creatrix
The vast mysteries of the natural world
tease our minds with the never-ending
spectacles of her elements dabbling in arcane
transformations of the familiar transporting
us with awe and admiration alternating with
trepidation and fear, while those among us
possessed of the genius of deciphering her
secret codes illuminate the science she brings
to her vast and wonderful realm from the
far reaches of the Galaxy and beyond to her
dominion of our humble planet, insignificant
in the greater order of the universe she so
magnificently manages. Our imaginations
allow us to visualize the cold, dark space
beyond, but our senses bring us unerringly
to all we can see and hear and smell and
touch, for us the true reality of existence.
The infinite existence of an empire so vast it
escapes our capacity to absorb, we are left
with what is intimately verifiable as our
reality. That will suffice, for even our own
comparative finite landscape appears so
utterly complex it challenges our capacity to
comprehend, leaving us the option of mere
acceptance in the enormity of her grace.
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Labels:
Poetry
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