We contemplate the origin,
Of time and space and every thing,
Our minds contorting pointlessly,
To comprehend infinity,
We look so far beyond the mark,
For starts and ends and "finity".
When really all's simplicity,
All things have always been.
As energy meanders through,
The changing states with which imbued,
Material worlds do masquerade,
And live and die in time and space,
Yet never static, in constant flux,
They sometimes make for Goldilocks,
The worlds where we as living things,
Can strive and thrive for times and seasons.
Retiring to, as all things do,
That purest, basest primal state,
Of unformatted energy,
From which all substance emanates.
But wait there is a missing link,
Tween that and this complexity,
The link we tend to fail to see,
The creating force of unity.
To some, its spirit, to some intelligence.
To me it is in all things present.
There is no end and no beginning,
It is and always was preeminent,
In every one and every thing,
In all of space and all of time,
In every structure and all design.
I call it God, you do as you will,
But every thing so organised,
By It's intent and It's decree,
Assumes its form in all humility.
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