Chaos Theory

There are factors in reality,

Set components unchanging,

Which can be found in life,

Everywhere around us,

Within the weather,

Comprised of heat,

And also moisture,

Comprised of cold,

And also dryness,

Yet the appearance,

Is never predictable,

As is with mechanics,

When things happen,

Which were not foreseen,

As with all people,

Within the art of living,

As we are of soul and heart,

And we are of flesh and blood,

Yet our behavior is curious,

In the things that we do,

We have created order,

In our orderly ways,

Living lives by schedule,

In the world we created,

Yet what is the reality,

Of the world which we live?

Is the order we create,

Only in our minds?

For we are drowning,

Dry upon the sands,

We are falling up,

To strike the earth,

We are deaf within,

A constant noise,

As we live peacefully,

Within our fears,

For this is Chaos,

Misunderstood,

With the key to peace,

Held in our hands,

To know there is reason,

To feel there is meaning,

With a Creator in creation,

As the source of life,

And the reason of love,

For the action of love,

Is releasing of fear,

Bringing us peace,

Bringing us hope,

Knowledge of things,

We cannot see,

Freed from chaos,

We gain truth.

The Cosmic String

 

For it can be told,

In the seeing of things,

That there are energies,

Surrounding all life,

Flowing from the stars,

And burning from the heart,

So that among these forces,

As the theory does hold,

There is a force of energy,

Passing through all things,

Flowing through dimensions,

From one universe to the next,

And from tomorrow to yesterday,

Known as cosmic strings,

So far they are unseen,

Yet they fit into equations,

Yet what if these strings exist?

For what can pass through dimensions,

Seeing life from tomorrow to yesterday,

Making the impossible a possibility?

It is the energy known as thought,

Imperfect within our minds,

Yet perfected in the Creator,

For if God is perfection,

Then there is perfect thought,

Seeing through all barriers,

From beyond the gates of time,

Reality is not a boundary,

And faith becomes the river,

For all things are possible,

And bound together by God,

As love binds us all,

In the Cosmic String.