Space
Face
Grace dances on my face
As I look to face space
We spin around
At just the right pace
The right time and at the right place
We’re encompassed by the stellar
Stars, gas, dust enlaced
Interstellar, wow, it’s stellar
With a Grand Composer
From the atom to the galaxy
It’s an orchestrated odyssey
Encounter the cosmic
Encounter the dirt
Now see the inner workings of the earth
Soil, terrain
Growth of life
Air and breath
Ocean breadth
There’s vigor in its moving parts
Interacting weavings
Interacting hearts
Organic organs lifeblood
Breathing energy
Work together so cleverly
It’s just a taste
There’s a smile on your face
A sparkle in your eye
Through the cornea
The light hits the retina
Lens focus
Image received
Electrical impulses
Image achieved
Carried through optic nerve
Carried to the brain
Involuntary body functions
Heart beat heart beat
Voluntary body functions
Muscles complete
After receptors
Talk to the brain
Skeletal muscle
Moves as trained
How does it exist without any purpose?
How does any thing work without utter chaos?
What gave our brain the ability to reason?
How can your brain be sure of anything,
Sure of it’s own function to reason?
Unless it was in grand design?