And the angels laugh...

He rides on the clouds

He lights the sun through the portals of the starry host

He speaks order in planets spinning as celestial tops in the playrooms of seraphim

He caps the mountains and gives muse to dancing geese and flying salmon

Giving grand buffets to whales in their salty home of the deep

He renders the deluge of clouds pregnant with rain

He conducts the grand orchestra of birds and teaches the gazelle to run

He fashions tiny cells to move as cities through the tiny oceans of my eyes

he is everywhere, in every move, causing order in the most chaotic orb

Each chapter of days is marked by the never-ending discovery of new life

Strange creeping, flying, flourishing creatures unknown before now

Alive since the dawn of Eden

And still they reckon Him lost in the flurry of his own creation

calling everything a calamity of circumstance 

He casts his messages in every breath of every organism, every galloping foal

And they search harder for the accidental clues,

for a random explanation in a system they will never fully know.

... it is then that the angels laugh.