Galactic rubble flying through space,
aimless
Leftover from the big bang,
meaningless
Or set in place,
intentionally
Heaven and Earth,
in tension
Light and airy
is this a dream
Substantial and earthy,
does it satisfy
A bush that burns,
yet unconsumed
Your words have power,
a container for the sun
Creation spoke,
for your delight
All you have made,
worthy of praise
Even me.
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