Seekers

O strange place in which we live
Founded upon mysteries
Birthing faith and doubt alike:
Black holes punched into space
Brilliant bursts from time's far edge
Dark matter, dark energy, dark flow
Light is swallowed, light is bent
Trapped in gravity's wells,
Curved through gravity's lens,
Time is slowed, its ticks by atoms measured,
Size is scaled in years of light
Limits ever pushing outward the boundaries of the night
Such depth of strangeness overwhelms us!
From our tiny place in all this vastness
Our minds do struggle with things beyond our grasp:
With strings and quanta and wheeling galaxies,
With free will and hope and our existence.
We wrestle with that ancient question
Sprung from pain and awe and humble reflection, “Why?”
Yet few hear the answer spoken long ago
From creation's Alpha/Omega Point
“It is finished”.

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