Distance to be Measured
The world of physics measures distance in far and in between But I have found a space where nothing in the gap can be seen Its boundaries, love and hope of humanity, divinity has tied This love cannot be severed even though men have often tried You might ask how I know, when science cannot prove a thing My answer is a sense that every cell is beyond simply being God’s house spans across the divides, embedded in our DNA Precious genes unite together with our souls to touch YHWH Inside each space is an empty womb that we choose how to fill One choice is with things and pleasures as that is our freewill Here we find a fleeting happiness with joy that does not last As our wombs quickly empty from the nothingness amassed As believers we know these empty spaces to be of God’s design Homes for faith, hope and love that freewill is meant to find Wombs that are never empty, sometimes bursting at the seams Spilling out His goodness between distance short to extremes I see every single object lies within the distance of His breath As everything is connected in birth and especially after death For then there is no emptiness as we are filled within His light And the distance to be measured is no longer within the finite I was preparing to give a Witness on why the Rosary has importance for me. My thoughts drifted to Mary and the repetition of her womb in prayer. As the thoughts deepened, I envisioned thousand of wombs inside of us. Deeper still the thoughts went to the hierarchy of cells, DNA and genes until I saw the womb in each gene. Each one touching one another, each one capable of filling like little balloons with faith, hope and love. Each one near bursting sometimes, overflowing in joy to be shared with others both in the here and now and beyond. Each one connected to everything with no distance that can be measured. For further reflection: Luke 1