everything that escapes certainty is a world unto itself miracles signs wonders billions are balanced on this orb twirling like a basketball on His fingertip the drift of space and the bucolic stars in their affluent real estate lose nothing gain nothing and we are vestigial in our initial grunting the cosmic gulf between known and unknown loosens its divide and plays in the puddle of our ignorance a conceptualized faith doesn't have to fake it to make it loaves and fishes don't have to conspire and coordinate to replicate like a double back or slight of hand we have lost the ability to wonder and create when the living breathing hulking beast with tendrils of bandwidth and antennae of wifi is fed and fattened everyday we get so we don't recognize rarity the deep breath of recognition that no matter what you do it will never be enough but it's not about all that look and see that the fields are ripe with harvest
"Everything that escapes certainty is a world unto itself!" So good. I agree! There is a realm of wonder and possibility out there and often it requires uncertainty to explore......Beautiful poem.
This is good, Philip. Feels like we are skipping stones in the same pool. You got a lot of skips with this one.