Oh, God is the great poet,
the universe of rhymes.
With perfect balance- all His stars
yet speak in these dark times.
Our Great Creator perfectly
sets worlds with his dictate -
while man discovers one small speck
then thinks that he is great.
He boasts of all his theories
and brags of every gain,
but can't interpret simple things -
or gravity explain.
He sits atop his buildings.
He peers down his long nose,
but topples with confusing words -
for that is how it goes.
Oh, God is the great poet -
the universe of rhymes.
With perfect balance- all His stars
yet speak in these dark times.
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