Upon Nothing

I wrote this piece because I began thinking about Job.  In his discussions he described God as putting the skies in their place and hanging the Earth upon nothing.  How could a dirt farmer that died 3,000 years ago have the slightest concept about astrophysics?  I could easily imagine the Doctor's curiosity being aroused by this as he sets off on a little trip to find out why.

Of mysteries,

There are many,

Of wonders,

Life is filled,

As we explore,

Looking ahead,

Tools of sight,

Help us to see,

Yet what was seen,

By those before us?

A simple shepherd,

Known as Job,

Spoke of God,

Suspending the sky,

And hanging the Earth,

Upon nothing at all,

This weighs upon me,

How so long ago,

Such a person,

Knew the profound,

Which few consider,

Walking their lives,

Dancing with shadows,

Surrounded by miracles,

Not noticed at all,

For all that is solid,

Is paradox in balance,

As the tiniest particles,

Are mostly just space,

Their energies within,

Hold them together,

While energy they have,

Tries to push them apart,

As their furthest parts,

Circle around centers,

Across a vast emptiness,

Which they cannot pass,

So as an ancient shepherd,

Marveled at the Earth,

Hung upon nothingness,

I stand in astonishment,

Seeing life around me,

Thriving amidst nothing,

For God is everything.

The Color of Fire - A Tribute to Vincent Van Gogh

In the story of Vincent and the Doctor I was very much inspired by Vincent Van Gogh’s thoughts concerning hearing the colors of life.  To be in touch with reality to that extent requires the gift of not allowing daily trials to distract us from how wonderful life truly is.  David Tennant’s character of the Doctor expressed this in a different way when conversing with the Master in “The End of Time”.  He said that you do not have to own the universe, just see it.  That is ownership enough.  May we all see more of life and the universe every day as we explore how our gifts can make it all more wonderful.

Life is continuous,

Resisting definition,

Full of visible sounds,

And colors you can hear,

As the birds overhead,

Sail across ground in flight,

The ground flies beneath,

Traveling through space,

Our planet as a free bird,

Soars across the stars,

While upon it we stand,

Creating our rhythms,

Matters of consequence,

Like chaff in the wind,

We drown out the music,

Of the spirits surrounding,

With creatures of the ocean,

Meeting our hearts on the shore,

And everything with sight,

Turns its eyes to the heavens,

Looking up in wonder,

At who may be looking down,

For the flowers of the fields,

Fill the canvas with emotion,

Each one a different note,

Within the songs of our lives,

Though a flower fades away,

The imprint stands with us,

Written upon our hearts,

The flower never dies,

As the song of our lives,

Join other songs around us,

In amazed contemplation,

Embracing all with my heart,

Sharing everything I can,

For to hear in true color,

Your heart must fly.

The Unthinkable

This poem came from a very unusual concept that has been on my mind.  It may be really odd for me to put it in a Doctor Who blog, but watching David Tennant in "The Waters of Mars" will make you see why I did it.  What if you could save someone whom you knew would die, yet preventing that death might cost many more lives?  How could that even be put in a poem!!!!   At a carwash on Sunday I sat down with a notepad and concluded it was not possible.  Then I started writing to see what would happen...

Every life that is,

Is a universe of life,

As from the one,

Comes many lives,

And from the children,

Come many more,

And if that life,

Must come to an end,

For that one ending,

Is the saving of millions,

Could you face the one,

Looking eye to eye?

Could you walk away?

Would you stand and cry?

For what is one of many?

It is like a small key,

Opening a large door,

And the door must open,

So that millions walk through,

Tasting the gift of life,

Yet unaware of the cost,

As you look at the one,

Straight into the eyes,

Feeling nothing but love,

And the worth of that soul,

You decide what to do,

Knowing who you are,

And what you believe,

Reaching out your hand,

Lifting that life as yours,

You do everything you can,

Striving for that one life,

Though you do not succeed,

Your act of free will,

Becomes par t of God’s plan,

And your gift was received,

In the heart of the one,

For love works miracles,

Though they may be unseen,

And as the millions were saved,

Your free will joined hearts,

And the one is alive,

In you.