Have you felt when all is quiet
Some vibration in the air,
Just as if some cosmic hand
Had run a finger through your hair.
This is not imagination
Not that easy to explain,
A pulse of pure energy
Replenishing all life again.
All the matter in the cosmos
Seems to move in perfect time,
And the gravity of planets
Has a balance that's sublime.
One of them has air that's acid
Another frozen to the core,
Yet our earth is sweet and giving
Does this fill your mind with awe?
Men of science and religion
Argue how this came to be,
They can squabble, in the end
It doesn't mean that much to me.
I believe that there are secrets
Never shown to anyone,
And to seek is like a fool who's
Throwing snowballs at the sun.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.
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