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!