divine design
This poem is already written,
the Universe made it so.
Each pebble creating ripples;
the precise falling of snow.
Leaves falling;
Ants crawling;
Clouds stalling;
Birds calling…
Each moment of our lives,
--an already written story we are recalling.
No accidents are occurring,
Nor miracles stirring.
We are products of divine design,
our comprehension always maturing.
My mind is blurring
- Consciousness is Me.
I am the Universe,
it is through the Universe I see.
Life is never over,
with the cosmos, I am alive.
Organic flesh may leave me,
though I will continue to see through the Universe’s eyes.
My steps may seem chaotic,
random in their trail.
Each step forward I place,
was a forethought left to unveil.
Purpose is my Being.
Life is forever my own.
Never ending is my place in space,
for the Universe made it so.
8/24/15
