The mysteries of creation are of course unknown. There is the faith in religions but they are not based on absolutes, in the sense, they can be verified. Neither can science be for that matter. This is evidenced by the way scientific theory changes over time.
So where did we come from? What are we doing here? In this poem, I address this issue with some simple words and an illustration. It does not matter if I am right or wrong.
Mother Universe
By John Kaniecki
God bless the one who bore
The universe in her womb
Midnight’s eternal shore
Like a vast empty tomb
Not a simple thing
To birth the galaxies
And conceive
Endless mysteries
She knows every star by name
And infinite creatures vast
She Loves them all the same
Be they the first or the last
Hear in the blackest sky
The mother’s lullaby
It is written
And hidden
In the DNA
Of all life today
Somewhere, sometime, there is something called reality
It is crawling out of the sea
It is breathing its first breath
And is ignorant of death
It looks on high to discover
Mother
Mother
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