The Universe in Motion Parts I Through III

The Universe in Motion

((In Narrative Poetic Prose) (and semi hexameter))

Part I of III

Forevermore, and from the beginning

In an endless motion everything goes

Flows unruffled-: the heavens above,

The pit below, the planets, stars, and the

Cosmos; bodies, nature, space, the abyss,

The flashing of thunderbolts, heat, cold,

Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and the

Vastness of the whole: follow their course

Through whatever travel time allowed them

By Almighty God-all is on the run-

All have a journey, all in the spread of

Things, spread to every end of creation!

All motion in the universe goes, flows

Devoid of end. Man with his very

Eyes, can see things that bind things.

See space and time bend, matter quiver!

Hill to hill, mountain to mountain, sea to

Sea, land to land’s end, and to sea’s end, and

The rivers, tributaries, and nature, – for

Nature guards all, the full body. One feds,

The other, and all breed humanity by

The holy limbs of God. If driven apart

From its fit, by the absurd, pray God sets

It back in place; or that God would not allow

It in the first place! For it would have better

Not to have been, than to have all been

Scattered wide and uninvited. For by

Fact, nothing got started or stabilized

By itself, and each and all set, in its rightful

Place. Nor did primal germs say one to another:

How each should move, to be driven;

Compacted, and changed to make a flower

Or a plant, a bug, a tree… Then by trial

And error, attempt to make a mortal!

God forbid this kind of motion and thing

For infectious germs to have precedence

In creation, if so, should they decide

Then to make great rearrangements what then?

Contiguous touching, connecting, attached,

To make humankind into imps and goblins?

But God has obstructed such a design,

Preserved what he has, threw proper motion,

Matter to flow in the cosmos, oceans.

And gravity to wave like the seas from

Explosions; and for the forces of earth,

A canopy; and, an asteroid belt, lumped

Barriers, built to move and sway, to cloak

Earth, from invaders. And through suitable

Balance and motion: earth spins like a top,

Counterclockwise; and the moon orbits the

Earth, counterclockwise, and the earth orbits

The sun-unmovable-counterclockwise…

And the bear, the fox, the wolf, the whale

And fire, the reptilian, the spider all with

Breath and air; and the plants take in Man’s

Carbon dioxide, and gives out oxygen…

One feeds the other, even Earth’s firmament

With Earth’s solar system, all work together.

Can a deep-rooted germ, fertile, fix all this?

In a billion or more years? Without God’s

Initiative, inventiveness? Does the

Germ, have a brain, far beyond God’s?

Can the proton, the electrons, within

A cell, within its nucleus, act together,

Without God’s triggering life-death motion?

Does it have a will, heart, breathe or a brain?

Who’s creating the breeding barrier, code?

The genetic DNA; keeping disease far

At bay? The immune system, by spark chance?

Vanity gives the fool dreams to embrace.

Vanity says: something comes from nothing;

That fixed positions come from, oblivion!

That is to say, something from nothing is the

New cause, by chance, which is contrariwise to

Man’s own doubtful physiological impossibilities.

The blind leads the blind, the fool teaches his

Error, and nonsense is born apart from God.

How is it that all this came about?

All these moving things, forever together…

The sun stands still, but it’s in motion

In its frame as a whole, until its energy

Diminishes, and collapses on its

Own, losing its gravitational pull and hold:

It slowly moves to its death, a black hole.

Yet so many things hide their motions,

When afar from us, too far to view and study.

Even the simple landscapes, the hillside

The wooly flocks, the mud beetle.

The color in the grass, we are all

Blurred and bent, as if standing afar-

The warmth of the sun, its serene atoms

Speed down with its light, through God’s matter

Traveling down this empty void, compelled

To warm the earth, slowly, and to cleave on

To the waves of air; particles of heat

Laments, outbreaths, entangled, enmeshed,

Each restrained by God’s fingertips, checked and

Balanced, in advance. Aboriginal atoms

With their old, bold and simple solidity.

We are a young species gathering data

On time, space, life, matter, energy, with

A barbarous past… , nor are we a

Long-lived species, years to be counted

Several times over on our fingertips:

To explore God’s wonders, we must rush!

Should the sharpness of space,

Its plan, its baffling weight and strength,

Should it move sluggishly over time and space

And should God not have preserved its

Original design, -for: chance, menacing

Madness and oddness, cutting off possibilities

For chance and rhyme?

The red lust of madness would have stepped in

And, -what God has put in place, chance

Would have made obsolescent, and farfetched!

The Universe Unfolded

Part II of III

Concerning motion, unfold these thoughts: look

Into the skies, that in no wise way,

Could nature of the world, the universe be built

Other than by divine design, power-; what faults

Do you find burdened with? All the weight upon

The earth: grains and trees, mountains and seas do

Not leap to the sky… but like the roof of a dome

Remains in place. Timber and beam, our bodies-

The elephant and the whale, all the weight

Underneath the earth, its magma, its plates,

The crust of the earth, all within and without, does

Not ascend, rise like the wind, to the empty

Void: past the moon! Venus, Mars… to the sun!

Fire and flames shift to the air, rise aloft,

And then drop: what drives them back down?

Meteors burn up before they hit the ground;

If not, they splatter sparsely. The midnight

Shooting stars flame up the sky, as does the

Devil’s star, the comet, with long fiery, fury tails

Like the Dragon. And the constellations drop to

Earth’s view, while earth spins on top of a needle!

From corner to corner: comes rain, hail, light,

Heat, all bustling, from over and above

And out of the clouds, zigzagging, falling back

Down to earth! Why not the other way! God

Has made earth’s firmament like a layered cake.

And should the naked eye look sanguinely,

Through a telescope s/he will see the universe

Splashed with galaxies, all gyrating, agitated

In and with motion. Furrowed by great waves

Fifteen-billion years in the making. Energized,

With gravity: the cosmos taking quantum leaps,

With new understandings, and Relativity:

Drawing bodies toward bodies as matter keeps

Moving like the surface of a sea, with its

Gravitational waves and astonishing precision…

And recreating new galaxies from black holes.

Thus, is it not the universe our beloved,

Multicolored home! Astonishing, intriguing,

Always interacting, always in motion…

The crossroads

Part III of III

In light of all that I have said, we are

Now at the crossroads where resides the Universe

And God- Creation of the universe is

Concealed first by nature; and then by science.

Science making God nonsensical, a relic.

And too we have theological concealment

Of the universe, its motion, its creation!

Why! For the sake of grace, to work through faith.

You must take the physical, then the spiritual.

To understand God, is to understand the

Universe, perhaps not so unlike a fishbowl

And God, above it, looking down into it:

Or God, stepping into it, while still looking

Down upon it. The Universe and Creation

Was created with the idea it is to be lived

With motion, with a view to worship.

#5246/ 5-18 through 31-2016

By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. H.c. © May, 2016

Source by Dennis Siluk Dr.h.c.

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