unveiled is the night, and it's countless stars the galaxies, pulsars, dwarfs and quasars and the moon hangs above in silent repose the boundaries set with the sea's rhythmic throes

and as waters gather, they break the clouds to rain, to pour, that they can bring life down paint menageries of blue, yellows, red, green that have sprung to life so to nurture our dreams

yet beyond what is seen, unseen so small new wonders marvel with each mystery solved so with all that we've seen, all that we know micro or grand, questions remain even so

only the edges, our limit to survey in understanding the depths of His ways our hearing, our vision, so shallow and thin how faint is the whisper we hear of Him