They sing out a song
as they hurry along,
their orbits laid out in His plan.
Each with its own place,
a vast curtain of space
but only one sustaining Man.
They all have a name,
though not one’s the same
and there’s billions, nay trillions or more.
Man cannot count
or indeed surmount,
the spleandour of these, that’s for sure.
So each with its beauty
performing its duty,
created with reflection in mind.
an awesome task,
A God? People ask.
Oh how, can they, be so blind.
as they hurry along,
their orbits laid out in His plan.
Each with its own place,
a vast curtain of space
but only one sustaining Man.
They all have a name,
though not one’s the same
and there’s billions, nay trillions or more.
Man cannot count
or indeed surmount,
the spleandour of these, that’s for sure.
So each with its beauty
performing its duty,
created with reflection in mind.
an awesome task,
A God? People ask.
Oh how, can they, be so blind.
3 comments:
Yay!!! Really love the ending of this one :-)
Thanks Lorrrie glad you like it
Keep up with the good poems. Thank God for your gift and may you use your poems to bless many.
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