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Abstract Universe

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The Universe, always moving, reforming, destroying, or restoring,

Galaxies within galaxies, Starbursts raining, all brilliance pouring.

As an abstract, a creativity by the artistic hands of our LordGod,

While we all wait on the earthly plain, molds prepared of the sod.


As firey meteoric salutes greet each evening's star-filled skyway,

Burning roadways across heaven, almost change a night to day.

Black holes of darkness, all are peppering the celestial boulevard,

Trapping, then releasing heaven's members, of their new display.

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A Universe where all time is irrelevant, as no beginning or any end,

all that was once, is now so transformed into something new again.

Where elements, of each molecular form, have all's very own place,

Creating those compounds needed in initiating all life, if only a trace.


The Universe and to be regarded by each eye, created to see, its view,

One without a sound to discern, or if only is meant to hear, as one true.

Cosmic splendor, compared by the gifted, yet, nothing as grand to see,

Each planetary orb, on a path about its star, held fast by its own gravity.


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Would mankind be alone in seeing and of admiring it in its splendor,

A universe so beautiful and in marveling, we must, all of its wonder?

Could there not be many who may see, to be so pleased, satisfied,

The entities besides ourselves, over all the realm, not being denied?


The Universe a multiplicity of itself, a gift, or curse to each their own,

A huge dimensional existence to behold, as God sits upon his throne.

We, who would deny the reality of our Maker, this, his own generosity,

Who would give us a chance to accept or refuse, question authenticity?


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