With an intricacy of light and a web of quantum strands.
This reality stands and seemingly embraces a plan.
Though man can conceive of chaos indeed.
His own bedtime story involves a mind that perceives.
Nothing is beyond an imagination not yet contained.
Sept for the mixing and rearranging of what is already made.
To reach in and call forth some beautiful strain.
And though there be doubt proclaim and refrain.
There is but darkness in the soul of man.
But also the deep light that molds and commands.
That man should arise and acknowledge with a bow.
He does not know nearly as much as he kowtows.
The mystery of it all oh the wonder.
Yet that mystery would make harbor.
In the very fiber of man that he could not separate.
The awe that says is simply survival trait.
You miss half the picture when you ignore the divine.