Rhythm of the Universe

You may think it's accursed --

I mean the Earth.

Yet there is no dearth

To the witnesses

Of a Universe

Most blessed from One above.

The majestic roars of the ocean,

Thunderous claps from heaven,

Shout of divine accent.

Owls' hoots,

The crackling of firewood

Evoke my pensive moods.

Howling winds

Foretell of a storm brewing.

The pitter patter of little feet

Testifies of parenthood sweet

Bravo, who could have orchestrated this concerto!

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands... there is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard." Psalm 19:1,3

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