Before the test tubes, charts, and sums,
A story of beginnings gently comes.
Not hiding where our knowledge fades to gray,
Creation sings God's song in bright display.
Astronauts looked down from a distant place,
No gaps for God, just elegant grace.
Coherence spun, a balanced, planned design,
Beyond our grasp, a truth that always shine.
If faith were frail, a fragile,
fading thing,
The stars would steal the songs we try to sing.
But astronauts return, in humbled awe,
Knowing their place within
creation's law.
Not lesser souls, their vision sharpened keen,
A universe sustained, a vibrant scene.
Never lost in darkness,
seeking light,
But overwhelmed by order, stark and bright.
Science tells us how the world unfolds,
Faith whispers why, as history holds.
Space doesn't silence, doesn't make God small,
It echoes loudly, His design in all.
T.M.Solvang
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