an old Poem

I wrote this at least 3 1/2 years ago. It was my first and best poem, I just found the one scrap of paper I had it written down on, and figured I'd put in in a fairly stable place. (unlike the hard-drive it was burried on)

In my daily interactions

with the world around me,

I've yet to find a moment

that does not astound me

I've ne'er been so surprised

at the ways of Time and Space

Nor seen some Matter in Motion,

that's not flying in my face.

The order, The Perfection,

the sheer Beauty of it all!

Is but a dim reflection

like a mirror on a wall

Of a much greater reality

one which only could enthrall

With all irrationality

any man under this law.

Are all mortals such great fools,

to take the trash and leave the Jew'ls?

Act we all like stubborn mules,

to think that we could set the rules?

If complex, we call it chaos,

If miraculous, then by chance.

Are we so blind as not to see,

This Vast, Eternal Dance?

"In Him we live and move,

And have our very being."

He is truly the Eye,

Through which is done all seeing.