The Universe in Motion
((In Narrative Poetic Prose) (and semi hexameter))
Illustrated
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
The Devil’s Star, the Comet
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 thru 31-2016
By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. H.c. © May, 2016
