Saturday, October 3, 2015


There's a rumour going round that god is not
The character that made all that we've got
But, that creation, all upon its own
Beckoned consciousness to take the throne
Existing all throughout the universe
For in the very fabric it's immersed
A part of everything we do traverse
Refreshing thought is that, we reimburse
If so, it could be that all that is known
Created life so not to be alone
Expanding on that consciousness in store
Each step of life assembled on its core
The cosmos, its own progress of creation
Bringing with it life and pure elation
A nature and a penchant full of wonder
To counterbalance echoes of the thunder


© 2015 whickwithy


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