Many things pass,
impossible deeds are done.
Gripping midnight eyes
are but small changes
working together.
My humility
is thanking
heavenly grace,
as steadfast mast.
Impossible-
I'm possible
Gripping midnight eyes
are billions upon billions
of impossible deeds
And the doohickies
we all love coming through iteration
of somewhat small changes
becoming things so very complex
we at times think them magic
or improbably impossible
works by Man.
Small change
small deeds
like notes in music
string into achievement.
Through iterations of change
and progression through time
music nowdays resembles little
of ancient melodies
Working together
these notes alone
leave nothing
of feelings like when
heard in complete song
yet hard to distinguish
when followed along
expressing yet another synergy
like particles and waves.
Some would claim it's impossible
for a song to gleam so beautiful,
or an eye to see the sublime
for iterations are lost
beneath great oceans of time.
My humility
in this age of wonders
is agape at daily miracles.
I wander in wonderment
through creation
built from simple principles
into complexity beyond the eye
through deep time.
Thankfully
we still occasionally
turn towards Nature
and God for inspiration
or all would be lost
in these days like mazes
and existences of ignorance
and brute force.
Heavenly grace
bends Earth daily.
Could we dare to acknowledge
light in our lives?
Do we dare sing its praises
for fear it be taken away?
Steadfast masts
say do your best
in all you do.
And one's dreams will unite
with you in destiny's time
with a bit of luck.
Through evolution
I'm possible.
Billions upon billions
of iterations of change
in deep oceans of time
builds complexity beyond the eye
or all would be lost
in bent Earths
from all you do.