The Hidden Spaces Of God Poem by Patti Masterman

In the whole of creation there is so much space,
“God’s safety valve” the physicists call it:
Space around atoms, space around the nucleus.
Huge space of the rolling sea and endless sky and
The heavens inflating, creating space along the way.
The invisible curled- up dimensions coddling their tiny space as
Cannibalistic galaxies prowl hungrily for more.
Black holes ripping the spacious nothingness into quantum bites.
And who but God could cram whole universes in parallel,
So close together, like multiple embryos almost kissing in utero.
Space can be so violent, yet from the cocoon of Earth,
Stars blink benignly above, like wise older Uncles,
Waiting for us to grow up and come for a visit.
But the minutely vast space, most cunningly concealed, is inside us-
Like little protoplasmic mirrors reflecting all there is,
We harbor entire, intricate worlds inside-
The concave and convex cranial curvatures;
Unexplored and unknown labyrinthine dimensions,
Deep, unconscious rivers flowing ceaselessly,
Composed of matter almost older than time itself;
The hidden spaces of God.