Cosmic Bowling

I went cosmic bowling last night... it was a lot of fun, even though I sucked major (60, 59, and 54). But I really got a kick out of seeing one of the guys in the study I lead play... Randy did very well, taking the top score for the group that night, 202. Good job, man. (It's a leadership thing; to take pride in your guys, you know?) Anyhoo, I'd been wanting to write a poem this week about several things, and I really wanted to write it last night at the bowling alley, but God didn't have that in mind for me. It all came together this morning, though. Here it is.

"Cosmos"
by Neil Mullins

Have you ever seen a mountain,
shrouded in cloud,
and looking at its base, wondered aloud,
"Why can't I see the peak,
in all of its white glory?"

Or have you ever stared at the heavens
during the night
and searching for an end (or beginning) of light, asked God,
"Why can't I see you,
in all of your ultimate glory?"

And yet, after asking these questions,
it's true, I've found
that the glory of God is everywhere, all around,
in this grand chaos that is the cosmos
and He will not abandon us, for we are made
in His glory.