Secrets of creation hide deep in conflation
Of science with faith, of corpus with wraith,
Discrete bits of essence, immune from senescence,
That mark each warm creature, or cold lifeless feature,
Of all the known world, plus those unknown, thus hurled
Through vastness of space, push-pulled in their chase
By grave forces, unseen, save by eyes utmost keen
As detectors of naught, who find nothingness caught
By the physics of sleight, in mathematical light,
Racing outward, away from a focal array,
From a radiant heart that outburst apart
With the first stroke of time, Divine in its prime.
Before that release, all was soundless still peace,
When all matter, all dust, was consigned to the trust
Of that heart, then mere speck, the one salient check
Against stark eternity, charged with modernity,
Then, slowly it swelled, its inertia unquelled,
Now a tumescent part that grew into that heart
Whose eruption destroyed the limitless void,
And sent forth material, mixed with ethereal
Substance that surged, until order emerged
That conformed to base laws, posed by God as first cause,
And the cosmos took form in a most perfect storm
Whose primordial strife gave way to first life.
(originally posted here April 2013 – written years before)
Amazing photo. Thanks for sharing. And made that more exceptional with your words.
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“detectors of naught, who find nothingness caught” such an amazing line, love this poem.
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glad you enjoyed it
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Perfectly exquisite language and style.
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thanks dearly, night
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Most welcome always.
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you astonish us with your language attractive to describe the chemistryofnothingness.
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thanks kindly
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welcome sir
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Amazing, Paul.
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any thanks
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Bravo!
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many thanks
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A lovely swirling of the universe that ended with a birth. That is a fascinating picture.
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and since then creation has been a continuous process of births
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Wonderfully written! Made me think of a poetic description of the Bible’s account of creation. May I ask what inspires you? I once used to write beautifully like this and as I like to say, “life happened,” and I feel I have lost my love/passion for this craft.
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I started seriously writing (and reading) poetry when I retired about 15 years ago – I’ve since become disabled and can no longer get out and about – so my inspiration is relegated to whatever thoughts happen to run through my mind – I spend at least several hours per day at writing, even though most of it never sees light of day
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Thank-you for getting back to me, your work is really inspiring. I am beginning to see the importance of setting aside time to write
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This is truly marvelous… creation of something from nothing always inspires!
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I sincerely appreciate your generous comment
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its always encouraging to know someone sees my stuff 🙂
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Reblogged this on SOMETIMES and commented:
One of my favorite poets, Paul F. Lenzi, of poesypluspolemics blog, included the Reblog button with his fascinating and most inspiring works of sheer genius of words. The Hubble shot is also breathtaking. Thanks Paul.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers – and for your very kind words
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thanks for letting me repost, I found it to be inspiring.
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well, not kind words per se, I have only ever used “kind words” on pitiful students that were absolutely clueless…needed some positive comment like: “I like the way you make your ‘L’s.” :_)
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