God The Silkworm Poem by Delilah Miller

Since it is all relative...
The universe is silk,
woven with threads of light.
Cosmic silk worms twist in cocoons,
spinning strings of energy
that reverberate into the darkness,
each strand wiggling to the first violin's tune.

The strings stretch into the black abysses
we have not yet photographed, touched.
They are woven into tight balls, planets and stars, all in the dark.
Only the ancient methodology is working to spin
The small strings into elements,
the smaller strings into atoms
smallest strings into electrons,
then quarks.

Stars draw the fabric into a seam,
and pin the pieces of cosmos together.
Each celestial body placed like a piece in chess.

The planets sink into the soft black,
creating waves and orbits to spin upon,
we call the folds gravity and string theory lines up the cosmic mess.

But I think God must be a giant silkworm,
who spins the threads of energy
and He is the voice that whisper light into being
as the galaxies are forever forming,
to quench our thirst for new frontiers.
The planets' dye seeps from colors in His palms.
And He must be the tailor who sew the universe;
He is the violinist playing a new melody to each string to float on
and rolls us around the sun as the stars call us into seeing.