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.