01/08/2025
From the eyes of a Theist astronomer
I love doing it
I was born for the part
There no chance of leaving it
U Can’t tear us apart
It’s tidings are heavenly
Astronomy is an art
It’s like whispers from afar
telling stories of the gods
And of their homes in the stars
maybe asteroids are their cars
Trafficking their highway
Glowing comics are their rockets
And planets their ships
Sailing the Milky Way
But the science disagrees
stars are over 6000 degrees
That heat no solid resist
Rock would melt to magma
And the liquids would boil
And not even the gas would exist
Only plasma should toil
So only fire should be left
That’s why the sun is a hot ball of fire
But maybe the gods aren’t matter
Maybe they ain’t solid liquid or gas in structure
Maybe they are made of of other stuffs
Maybe they are just a glow
May be they are just lights
Burning in the skys
living lives our instruments can’t measures
Too bright for our telescopes to capture
Maybe a big enough fire down here would be a god
Maybe we can only bring god down here
By setting on fire the entire earth
Maybe that’s why god spoke to mosses from a fountain of fire
And if god is fire what does that make water?
The devil?
Do we live on a hot rock of God
who’s temper is only cooled up
Quenched by oceans of devils?
That answer I do not have, I am sorry,
That is beyond what my telescope can see.
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