We Do Declare!
Do you declare the wondrous works of God?
"I do," the lightning thunders in reply,
its incandescence lighting up the sky,
a million kilowatts of energy
exploding its response for all to see.
"I do," proclaims the raging waterfall,
its roar reverberating from the wall
of rock down which it spills, its history cast
in everlasting stone from aeons past,
an arching rainbow slicing through the spume
as coefficient to the cascade's boom.
"I do," the busy cell exuberates,
the while a trillion times it replicates;
a city, walled, of minute protein mills
producing endless streams of molecules;
of transport systems spread like tentacles
along infinitesimal vestibules;
of tireless dynamoes perpetually
powering the orchestrated synergy.
"I do," creation whispers, shouts and sings
in thunderous chords and echoed murmurings;
the crashing dawn, the trippling rill, the trill
of robin and the lilt of whip-poor-will;
the gentle snowflake, each among its kind
uniquely tailored, separately designed;
the awe-inspiring boundless cosmic scope
that soars beyond imagination's grope -
the countless starspun galaxies deployed
across the mystic inexhaustive void.
As one, Jehovah's speechless marvels raise
their voices to his everlasting praise:
"We do declare the wondrous works of God!"
© Copyright 2001 Peter Moltoni
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