Pointing at the Sun

Speeding, sailing, spinning through the firmament
And the firmament is speeding somewhere too
So beautiful the mystery, we gaze aloft in wonder
At all the pieces we can see, at all the stars we’re under
And here on earth we praise what God has done
Every church proclaims the only one
Ants and elephants have lives to run
And all the plants are pointing at the sun
Who and what and why and where and how and when
I don’t have a whisper of a clue
Do fishes ever look beyond the tank they’re in
And somehow contemplate creation too?
I don’t expect to understand, the question’s so beyond us
The mystery is majesty, humbling and wondrous
If atoms zip around too fast for us too see
If somewhere we are zipping that way too
Then some colossal jr. high school nerd might be
Adding one to one and getting two
Through eyes the size of galaxies, blinking once an eon
He’s pondering a particle big enough to be on