that damn butterfly flaps its wings
creating monsoons, oblivious.
while boulders teeter for millenia
and never fall. until they do.
quarks and leptons dictate
where matter casts a shadow
and spiritual laws operate
like newtonian physics.
it is in the cosmic background radiation.
it is in swirling snow.
it is in the monarch migration.
it is in whipping winds and shifting sands.
a thousand thousand forces
accumulate
and create an unpredicted consequence.
God cannot break his own law.
God IS law.
so Eris is the hand
of the living God.
and only chaos can make miracles happen.
chaos is the only place they are ever found.
random forces accumulate
to create the ineffable.
take comfort in the moment when
you and God are contemplating the same snowflakes.
Intricate expression, just
Intricate expression, just like your marvelous paintings. Captivating! Truly captivating, Jessi.
:)
Thanks Carl. The compliment sounds better than the poem! haha
"...contemplating the same snowflake..."
That is comforting. This poem is massive in scope and well glued together for unity and poetic expression - floated inside chaos a marvelous mindscape - enjoyed thoroughly - Lady A
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thanks so much!
thanks so much!