The Universe in Motion
((In narrative poetic prose) (and semi hexameter))
Part I of III
Forever and from the start
In an endless movement, everything goes
It flows unperturbed: the heavens above,
The well below, the planets, the stars and the
Cosmos; bodies, nature, space, abyss,
The flash of the rays, the heat, the cold,
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes and the
Vastness of the whole: run its course
Through the travel time that allowed them
By God Almighty -everything is on the run-
Everyone has a journey, all in the spread of
Things, scattered to all ends of creation!
All movement in the universe goes, flows
Devoid of end Man with his very
Eyes, they can see things that connect things.
See how space and time bend, matter trembles!
Hill to hill, mountain to mountain, sea to
Sea, land to the end of the land and to the end of the sea, and
Rivers, tributaries and nature, – by
Nature protects everything, the whole body. One federal,
The other, and all engender humanity by
The holy members of God. If separated
From your setting, for the absurdity, pray to God to put
Go back to your place; or god forbid
First! Because it would be better
Not to have been, to have been everything
Scattered and uninvited. By
In fact, nothing started or stabilized
By himself, and each and every one of them, in his rightful
Square. Nor did the primary germs say to each other:
How each must move to be propelled;
Compacted and changed to make a flower.
Or a plant, an insect, a tree … Then by trial
And mistake, try to make a mortal!
God forbid these kinds of movements and things
So infectious germs take priority
In creation, if so, should they decide
So to do big rearrangements, what then?
Touch contiguous, connect, attach,
Turn humanity into goblins and goblins?
But God has obstructed such a plan,
He kept what he got, he launched the right move,
Matter to flow in the cosmos, oceans.
And gravity to churn like the seas
Explosions; and by the forces of the earth,
A canopy; and, an asteroid belt, clustered
Barriers, built to move and sway, to cover up
Earth, of invaders. And through proper
Balance and movement: the earth spins like a top,
Counterclockwise; and the moon orbits the
Earth, counterclockwise, and Earth orbits
The sun-immovable-counterclockwise …
And the bear, the fox, the wolf, the whale
And the fire, the reptile, the spider, all with
Breath and air; and plants absorb that of man
Carbon dioxide, and it emits oxygen …
One feeds the other, even the Earth’s sky
With Earth’s solar system, everyone works together.
Can a deep-rooted, fertile germ fix all this?
In a billion or more years? Without God
Initiative, inventive? The
Germ, do they have a brain, far beyond God’s?
Can the proton, the electrons, inside
A cell, within its nucleus, acts together,
Without God triggering the life and death movement?
Do you have a will, a heart, a breath, or a brain?
Who is creating the replay barrier, code?
Genetic DNA; keep sickness away
Cornered? The immune system, by chance?
Vanity gives foolish dreams to embrace.
Vanity says: something comes from nothing;
What do fixed positions come from? Oblivion!
I mean, something out of nowhere is the
New cause, by chance, which is contrary to
The dubious physiological impossibilities of man himself.
The blind lead the blind, the fool teaches his
Error and foolishness are born outside of God.
How did all this happen?
All these things in motion, always together …
The sun stands still, but it’s on the move
In its frame as a whole, until its energy
It diminishes and collapses in its
Possess, losing its gravitational pull and grip:
It moves slowly towards its death, a black hole.
Yet so many things hide their movements,
When it is far from us, too far to see and study it.
Even the simple landscapes, the hillside
The woolly herds, the mud beetle.
The color of the grass, we are all
Blurred and hunched over, as if she were far away.
The warmth of the sun, its serene atoms
Accelerate with your light, through the matter of God
Traveling this empty void, bound
Heat the earth, slowly, and hit me
To the waves of the air; heat particles
Wailing, exhaling, tangled, tangled,
Each restrained by the fingertips of God, controlled and
Balanced, in advance. Aboriginal atoms
With its ancient, bold and simple solidity.
We are a young species collecting data
In time, space, life, matter, energy, with
A barbarous past …, nor are we a
Long-lived species, years to be counted
Several times at our fingertips:
To explore the wonders of God, we must hurry!
Should the sharpness of space,
His plan, his baffling weight and strength,
Should it move slowly in time and space?
And if God hadn’t kept his
Original design, -by: chance, menacing
Madness and rarity, cutting possibilities
By chance and rhyme?
The red lust of madness would have intervened
And, -what God has put in its place, coincidence
It would have been obsolete and implausible!
The Unfolded Universe
Part II of III
Regarding movement, develop these thoughts: look
In the heavens, that by no means,
Could the nature of the world, the universe be built?
Apart from divine design, power; what are you failing
Are you overwhelmed? All the weight on
The land: grains and trees, mountains and seas.
Not jumping into the sky … but like the roof of a dome
Stay in place. Wood and beams, our bodies
The elephant and the whale, all the weight
Beneath the earth, its magma, its plates,
The crust of the earth, all in and out, no
Do not go up, go up like the wind, into the void
Void: beyond the moon! Venus, Mars … to the sun!
Fire and flames move into the air, rise high,
And then let go: what makes them back down?
Meteorites burn before hitting the ground;
If not, they splatter sparingly. The midnight
Shooting stars burn in the sky, just like the
The devil’s star, the comet, with long burning and raging tails
Like the Dragon. And the constellations fall to
The sight of the Earth, while the Earth spins on a needle!
From corner to corner: rain comes, hail, light,
Heat, all bustle, from above and above
And from the clouds, zigzagging, receding
To the earth! Why not the other way around! God
He has made the firmament of the earth like a layered cake.
And if the naked eye looks optimistic,
Through a telescope you will see the universe
Dotted with galaxies, everything spinning, churning
In and with movement. Furrowed by great waves
Fifteen billion years in the making. Energized,
With gravity: the cosmos making quantum leaps,
With new insights and relativity:
Attract bodies to bodies as matter holds
Moving like the surface of a sea, with its
Gravitational waves and amazing precision …
And recreating new galaxies from black holes.
So isn’t the universe our beloved,
Multicolored home! Amazing, intriguing,
Always interacting, always on the move …
Part III of III
In light of all that I have said, we are
Now at the crossroads where the Universe resides
And God, the creation of the universe is
Hidden first by nature; and then by science.
Science returns to God without meaning, a relic.
And we also have theological concealment
Of the universe, its movement, its creation!
Why! For the sake of grace, to work through faith.
You must take the physical, then the spiritual.
To understand God is to understand the
Universe, maybe not so different from a fish tank
And God, above him, looking down at him:
Or God, entering her, without stopping to look
Down on him. The Universe and Creation
It was created with the idea that you live
With movement, with a view to worship.
# 5246 / 5-18 to 31-2016
By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. Hc © May 2016