The Mystery of Life

The particles, embodying life flew ever outwards,

light shattering rocks in a star flung emptiness.

Hope burned into balls of molten fire and furnaces

that lit the shadows of planets: where mortality

was born.  And out of nothing single cells formed 

from beauty into an ordering, startling the biologists

and puzzling them with their intricacies of proteins,

knowing that somewhere in this a designer has

worked with love and the brought beauty into being.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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