Moon, unwilling mirror of light cast upon the spinning pebbles in vacuum. Basaltic dusty collection of igneous rock, mineral and crust. What voice is found for men to hold as deity? Fickle in its reflection, half, quarter, slice, forcing gravitational rage upon madmen and casting tides inland and out. What lonely treasure welcomes thou?

Sun, molten fire of fission and helium. Lighting up the parsec neighborhood in the land that time will not forget. Particles, waves, seen and unseen bring life, warmth and another day. But still no worth in glory. Did not create nor destroy the universe only clearing universal cities in self immolation, denying escape while collapsing in upon itself.

Monument, set in place to provoke memory and tears. Concrete, no heart and little but asking for money and reminded of humanity found cast for centuries to govern hearts of men. Impervious to love and mercy, made in effigy of king, castle and fields of grain. immortalized for nothing but man to recall his past achievement, failure and dream.

Tree beholden to God and man. Torches lit, refuse collected and wealth of rain restored. The pleasures and duties of fruit, flight and axe only to be regarded as nymph, ent or wisdom’s repository. Equally disturbed by time and plight. Carved and shaped, burned to cinder, energy used for warmth and kitchen’s cook. What then would wood aspire to give from Hand of Glory?

Dirt, recipient of all blessing. Seed and fire, stone and gem. Waiting wonders of unwritten mystery. Displaced by time, water and wind, conforming to container. What fires have snuffed, what huts erected what farm’s provided in cotton, corn and cucumber, but still a mix of minerals and innocuous clay. What then to worship in this frozen, mud or traveled Earth?

Sky, expanse to set bird free. Envelope of fear and valor. No control for winds forgotten. Into which we seek flight and escape from rules of gravity and time. What counsels you to bring our breath? What oceans of gas become the pools of life? Why not water into which we float or swim, both encouraging life but neither inventing, containing or guaranteeing existence. For all the parts may not sustain only that which made and brings them together: Sun, stars, moon, stone, water and light all working together to reflect the love that gave them.