Beyond Galaxies

Our galaxy in itself

With all its trillions of stars

Have planets that are magnifying

Beautiful and mysterious

So untapped they're unknown

This truly, in essence, is terrifying

To think that everything orbits at just the right pace

At the exact and precise time it needs

Nothing collapsed, or rolling in, one to another

One planet alone where creation breathes

The galaxies that exist

And are still being made

Are so varied in size

Shape and splendor

Some with suns the size of mars

And others, times three

Getting bigger, smaller, wider... better

Yes, its frightening to think that our world isnt the world,

And what you see, isn't exactly

What you see

But moreso in the midst

Of all of the great open,

What astounds my mind

Is the creation of me.

Someone detail-oriented

Intricate in design

Intentionally calculated my birth

From little infant fingers and little toes,

I was specifically placed, put

On a planet called earth

But why....?

In the expanse of all that exists,

Why me?

Why is it I'm allowed to see the open sky on a fall day

Feel an autumn breeze...?

Why?

Do I have the ability to feel

And laugh and cry, and choose?

Why do the organs within me work so hard to keep me alive and well

The way that they do?

How is it, I'm able to watch, a tiny snail glide up a leaf

Why can I see the lady bug fly away?

Why was the sun given to shine for me, and the moon authorized to split the day?

Everything that I see

Enjoy....

Everything that I Am

The making of the great beyond

Was nothing short

Of a well thought out

excellent

strategic

calculated

exacting

Very Intentional

plan.

-jAy P.