Sonnet of The Source

Source of deep rhythms of our universe,

You magnificently nurture both life and death:

from pulsing galaxies to gentlest of breaths,

from softest rain to gamma ray bursts.

Matter birthed into being and scattered abroad

enjoined in the arrow of time,

chaotic, yet crying to be refined

by the forces released at your Word.

So particles eagerly coalesced

and gravity gathered its spheres:

life was invited, a simple-form guest

to evolve, once it had appeared,

into reasoning creatures with power to distil
this opus of love and God’s mighty will.