Perception Filter

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. 

The Elastic Ruler

When do we awake?

Where do we sleep?

For when we sleep,

Hours are but seconds,

And when we awake,

Moments turn to hours,

So is time measured,

As we measure distance?

For a mile is a mile,

How often traveled,

Yet distance is arbitrary,

In considering time,

Our view is in relation,

To the rhythm of the Earth,

As the sun falls and rises,

While we travel round her,

Our view is an illusion,

Obscured by entropy,

As we measure decay,

In our world and in us,

For life is like a room,

We can see the wall before us,

Yet by looking through the window,

The whole room is seen at once,

If God is looking in on time,

He sees our free will actions,

Long before we decide to act,

Knowing the true beauty of living,

Paints a picture without end,

So behold the young lady,

Standing before you in beauty,

When sixty years pass by,

Has her beauty really changed?

She stands as lovely as always,

Yet to see past time’s illusion,

Takes the power of vision,

That is only in the heart,

Which sees life clearly,

For all of our lives are one,

Which is a truth so easily seen,

As one life effects another,

Whom travels beyond the shore,

For behold the English farmer,

Loved within his village,

He touched his son with life,

Who then took it forth to others,

Reaching many more in music,

The many affect each other,

Along with influence of others,

And the others who lived before,

Have never really departed,

Though entropy’s illusion,

Will hide their faces from us,

Sons touched by grandfathers,

Daughters with their mothers fire,

As King David felt Joseph’s heart,

Joseph feeling Adam and Eve,

Adam and Eve still feel God.