What's That You Say? Poem by Lynn W. Petty

What's that you say? You say there is no God?
Have you considered where we're standing now?
We stand upon the surface of a globe,
A sphere spun out into a vast abyss.
We're held down by a force called gravity,
Alone within the universe of stars.
We spin around in measured speed to give
Us night and day, while floating ‘round the sun,
In season's time, we glide in mystic flight.

Located far enough that we don't burn;
Placed close enough that we don't freeze; the sun
Gives warmth and light upon the endless flow
Of life. Our world is placed within the void,
Where least amount of cosmic dust will fall,
Protecting us from tons that drift in space.

We breathe the air provided by the sea
And trees, while they absorb what we exhale.
The moon, in regulated frames of time,
Completes its cycles of infinitude,
While burning with an unconsuming fire
Of creamy light. The clouds in clusters shed
Their rain that falls upon the softly green
Hill-pastures, dells and plains, where flowers grow.
I mention just a few of His Graces,
And still, I hear you say: 'There is no God? '