to what shall I your love compare
Of all the things in earth and sky?
What reaches out to light and air
And binds together low and high?
Your love resembles curving space, (gravity)
Which holds all matter in its hand,
Whose fingers focus light’s quick trace,
Whose curve can even time command.
It’s cosmic web embraces all,
The wheels of stars, the grains of dust,
The airy atoms; great or small,
Nothing can escape it’s thrust.
Likewise, your love embraces all,
Each angel, sparrow, seed and hair,
Each human soul despite it’s fall,
As though it were your only care.
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What is dark matter? What is drk energy? We don’t know. Hypotheses of their nature have failed. The search is still going on, but it may take a while. All we really know is that something is making stars in galaxies move faster than they should, and something is causing the expansion of the universe to speed up instead of slowing down. These are the results of observation, not of experiment. We also observe “miracles,” events that appear to run counter to the laws of physics, chemistry, biology, etc. We cannot dismiss observational evidence. Dark matter and dark energy are also the results of observation.
similarly, we observe miracles which seem to be due to the intgerdcession of particularly virtuous persons who have died. This is evidence that human beings somehow persist after the death of the body. Those who insist that the physical world is all there is dismiss evidence of miracles and life after death because it does not fit their frame of thought.
In the spirit of Ambrose Bierce’s Devil’s Dictionary:
Conservative: one who passionately defends old evils.
Liberalo: One who passionately defends new evils.
May any act, however small,
You cannot view with joy and pleasure
Disgust my taste like bitter gall,
For only You are all my treasure.
Help me Lord to use Your gifts
As You would have it, not as I.
Grant grace when resolution drifts
From pleasing You, or I shall die.
I have been angry with God for not making things a little easier. But this morning a little parable that I read somewhere popped into my mind.
A boy saw a cocoon pulsing violently as the butterfly inside tried to get out. Carefully he began to cut the cocon open with his pocketknife. His grandmother saw and drew close to watch. The cocoon was cut open without injuring the insect, but it was a por weak thihng. It was unable to fly and soon died. His grandmother explained that he had deprived it of the struggle it needed to gain strength.