Within or without,
the echoes remain in perpetuity,
of the same rhyme as time dictates,
the same hand in purpose,
as life radiates in reflection.
I peer into the void,
yet no void exists,
space filled of echoes within purpose,
and movement in constancy.
And recognize we may,
the reflections of sameness,
the replication of life
microcosm and macrocosm,
woven so soundly within reality.
That question of God,
of beginnings, is obvious,
one hand to orchestrate the miracles,
the forms of life and existence
in unfathomable detail.
From microscope to telescope,
the fashion of our thoughts
so admired in complexity,
so exacted in simplicity,
of which we are a part.
Within and without
we are enigmas,
because we are beyond understanding,
yet bleeding for the knowing of what we are.
I simply observe the beauty,
the glory of creation
and the nuances of understanding its extent,
its purity of being,
its fibers woven so completely.
I am in awe of life,
given so freely, to be who we will,
to learn as a child, the eternity
within which we glimmer,
the life we so often take for granted.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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