Patterns form a harmony
pointing to perfection.
Chaos is discordant and unruly
No patterns here, you say
but magnified a million times
such complex order you've never seen.
Order can be scattered
to all points of the compass
but always finds itself again.
Patterns are confirmation
the Creator has been at work.
Stars fall like spent skyrockets
in vivid display
The dancing fabric
of the atmosphere
Atomic ballet
leaving unexpected night time
in galaxies far away.

The whole flow of being
is tied up in love
Without love the flow ceases
and stagnant pools form
where we admire our reflection
and are satisfied. Such infidels
5-2-91 (Thanx Bob D)
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