Are the things we see,
What we wish to see,
Or are they really there?
The sun traverses the sky,
Or is it the Earth spinning?
Are solid objects solid?
Or is reality grinning?
Are your walls standing still,
Traveling thousands of miles an hour?
They are appearing still,
As you are traveling with them,
Through time and space,
In our solar system,
And yet that system travels faster still,
Around the center of the galaxy,
A beautiful thrill.
What appears a dull gray rock,
Is indeed a sparkling dance,
Energy holding hands,
Twirling in the space of matter,
The air around us,
Always full of charge,
With many answers coming,
The mystery remains at large,
Yet physics is just a reflection,
Of the complexities of life,
While circumstances are nearing,
The heart is always endearing,
Remaining faithful to God above,
Our source of enduring love,
When all of life seems a kilter,
Truth burns through perception's filter.
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