The Gravity of Things
by
Roger Crique
(Age: 51)
copyright 10-23-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
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The cracks in my ceiling are getting wider
Through them, my eyes seek to define the vastness of the Cosmos
The gasses that expand and contract to create new worlds
Fill my lungs with glee
For I am part of his design
and a witness to his execution
Tectonic plates hurl at one another
Pulled by the gravity of things
A force that unites all
This same force keeps me in bed
As I close my eyes and see it all unfold in front of me
When these plates do collide
Mountains spew forth, breaking the ground
Valleys form and the rivers run
This core beneath your feet is alive
What if it dies?
Who guides these plates to collision?
For there are many things that defy explanation
But I’m still in bed, grounded to the floor
The floor to the foundation
And the foundation to the core
What if I should let go?
The sun burns brightly
Every morning a rise
Every evening a fall
But it promises to return yet again
Should I let go now?
The rain trickles past my eyelids
The rivers fill with tears from above
But oh, a few really understand
The gravity of things
I will let go now
I will rise to the stars and find their maker
For such magnificence has to begin somewhere
The wolf will howl one more time in a million
The humming bird will stand still yet again
But oh, the gravity of things,
how sweet to know his name
How rewarding to be in his space!
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Just excellent Roger...As Jim said...the play on words here is woven throughout the entire poem and the use of the word gravity in both it's meanings is nothing less than divine. I keep reading it over and over and like your mind, through the cracks in the ceiling, expanding to encompass the universe, I take the trip with you only to return and come face to face with the gravity of the situation on Earth. This one is really, really good Roger.
I will not diminish the personal depth by appearing to know what this is about. My heart has felt a number of thoughts throughout this work, but only you can know what goes through your own mind in the night.
Some things are just out of our control, but we should discern which we should hold on to and what we should just let go of to keep our sanity. Hold on to life, to God's love, and His peace. Let go of things you can not change; a grown child's ways, the meaning of the universe... But wait for God's design to experience 'His Space'. Let Him dwell with you in your space for now.. tomorrow will be soon enough to enter His gates.. after all, it will be for eternity. The heaviness of this world will only be a vision in those days.
I've read this several times and I still falter at the end... I know you wrote 'how rewarding to be in his space', and it makes good sense there as you wrote it, but I always have to train my eye not to see it as 'his peace'.
Deeper and deeper, I see you more.
Debbie
Just goes to show that it takes some sort of faith to live every day, believing that someone (God)is in control of the universe and the tiny piece of dirt we live on.
This is well written, and gives praise to the One who created all things.
Thanks for this piece.
I like the way you portray the mystery of this force that I'm not sure anyone really understands-- describe emirically, yes, but realy understand-- well that's for Poetry. I also like the sort of play on words you use, since gravity, as applies to situations, usually has a negative connotation.
This, I think, is my favorite of all the poems I have read, written by you. I could feel my mind and soul expanding to encompass the immense feeling you portrayed with your written words.
Pure beauty Mr.Crique. Masterfully written.
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