"God does not play dice with the universe," Said the mind that sought to uncover the laws, In the dance of stars, in the birth of verse, A truth that no uncertainty could cause.
The cosmos spins with purpose in its core, Each atom placed by hands unseen, precise. The fabric of the heavens, ever more, Is woven tight, beyond the roll of dice.
Yet still we search, through science, through the skies, To grasp the depth of mysteries untold. For while we count the stars with human eyes, The soul seeks something more, the pure, the bold.
In every chance, a meaning does emerge, A force that guides beyond what chance allows. For even in the random, there’s a surge Of purpose shaping time, space, and our vows.
No dice are cast, but still the worlds collide, With love and wonder, with design and grace. In every twist, a hand that does not hide, God's steady touch that holds the vastest space.
Created by MarkWaldrop
Albert Einstein is often quoted as saying, “God does not play dice with the universe.”
What makes you think that we are truly aware? No proof exists to show we even care. We claim to think, to choose our own way, But fear the challenge of a different display.
We parrot the words we are taught to repeat, And squirm in discomfort at views that compete. Conformity rules, our minds in a bind, Blind to the freedom true thought could find.
Religious wars, our misguided fight, Not for survival, but for what we deem "right." Other creatures battle for hunger or space, Yet we fight for beliefs in a bitter race.
For beliefs shape behavior, and behavior holds sway, Guiding the course of humanity’s day. But as we march toward a self-made doom, Why claim we're aware in this crowded room?
Stubborn, destructive, we follow the path, While ignoring the signs of the coming wrath. Is there no hope? No way to restore? Are we doomed to repeat this cycle of war?
Love is the answer, the beacon of light, Sent by God’s Son to redeem our plight. For love breaks the chains of conformity’s might, And offers a way to set everything right.
So, before we declare we’re truly aware, Let love be our guide, and we’ll find we care. God’s gift to us, through His Son’s sacrifice, Is the way to awaken, to live and be wise.
The fruit comes from the roots below, What’s deep inside will surely grow. For what you believe, and hold within, Will rise like leaves where truth begins.
The roots of faith, of hope, of love, Will bear good fruit from skies above. But doubt or fear, if left to thrive, Will surface too, though we try to hide.
So tend your roots with careful care, For what they yield is always there. In time, the world will surely see, The fruit of all you’re meant to be.
Give someone a dose of encouragement today, As you travel along life’s winding highway. It may be just the medicine they need, To lift their heart as silently they plead.
Just a word can turn a life around, Steer their ship from running aground. A gentle nudge, a kind, caring phrase, Could brighten their darkest of days.
A new course charted with hope's gentle sway, Changing a life in a wonderful way. So offer that spark, let it shine bright, Encouragement can be someone’s guiding light.
Stairs to the stars of the future gleam, Built by the ones who once dared to dream. Their hands, though worn, laid each stone, A foundation of love, where seeds were sown.
They gave their strength, their tears, their days, To pave the path through winding ways. Sacrifices made in the quiet night, So you could rise and reach new heights.
The stars you seek, so distant and bright, Are lit by those who gave you their light. Their love, their hope, their guiding hand, Built the stairs on which you stand.
So as you climb, look back and see, The love that shaped your destiny. For the future’s stars are never far, When you rise on the wings of those who are.
A faith that can't be tested can't be trusted, In the calm, it may seem strong and well-adjusted, But when the storms of life come rushing in, It falters, weakens, questioning within.
For faith must walk through fire, face the night, Endure the shadows, yet still seek the light. It’s in the trials, the moments of despair, That faith grows roots, finds strength in prayer.
When tested, faith becomes refined and pure, No longer fragile, but steadfast and sure. A faith that’s trusted is one that has endured, For through the trials, God’s love is secured.
In a world torn by strife and fear, Where brother wars with brother, dear, And Nature bears the wrath of man, A plea for love, to heal and span.
How can one hate yet claim to love? When skies darken and storms move above, Each act of malice, a wound so deep, On this earth where we sow, we reap.
Love is the breath, the vital air, The essence that all souls must share. For without it, our spirits starve, Diminished in the dark we carve.
Our self-esteem, once bold and bright, Without love’s touch, loses its light. Our courage fades, we falter, fall, In shadows that our fears install.
No longer can we gaze with hope, But inward turn, with ourselves cope. Feeding on our lonely cries, In this self-made void, our spirit dies.
So let us love, not just some, but all, From the mighty right to the meekly small. For love alone can break these chains, Restore our souls, and heal our pains.
Crested by MarkWaldrop
"It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks Nature and abuses her. Man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves." - Chief Dan George -
