God loves space and I, sitting on my couch
fail to comprehend. Perhaps matter
and grace strain to catch the imperceptible
pace of divine thought ringing out in patter,
‘In the beginning was the world, spatter and spume encompassed.
And God was before it: a beginning without end.’
God loves space and made much of it.
Is it distance, then, that separates enemies, binding
hearts and lives in incommensurable disjunction?
Do men take precedence over matter —
a qualitative judge over the premade mass?
Does presence overshadow nothingness?
Still, God loves space — he adorned it, called it
“Good” and made it more than just emptiness
Supplemented with solar flare and roving spheres
of rock and hard substances and cloud, and
greenery and life so far from divine but still good.
And I sit – just a fool floating through creation.