Pre-birth, I can but think, yet never know
The mystery of the 'never there' confounds
My mind. There are no scents - no sight - no sounds
No seed of hope from which a world might grow.
Even the depths of space - the Wise Men show
Have scarce and random atoms to be found
Though in that space there cannot be a sound
But from a distant star a dying glow.
A vacuum true there never was - for there is God
nd He must make the stars and worlds untold.
His energy - creation births - triumphant
The 'Laws of Nature' rule with iron rod
With energies the mysteries unfold
To Man his fallen - yet beloved - attendant
(From an idea that is 90% from PG Tips)
John Knight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-beginning-god/
