UNIVERSE

Like a tiny maple seed
Spinning in the wind,
Our world careens in blindness
Through void without an end.

Life began in cosmic dust,
So the wise men say.
The stuff that makes our flesh and blood
Once was a billion miles away.

To contemplate infinity
Confounds our mortal senses;
No terminus for space or time,
Unending distance without fences.

If we could but journey to
The utmost edge of space
And peer beyond the boundary,
Would we see God’s face?

Copyright 2015 Ken Ragan