Oh God, Thy sea is so great, and my boat is so small.

– Breton prayer –

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In your mind’s eye, that central eye of imagination,

See our universe,

In spacetime.

See all of it in time, from The Beginning to Right Now.

In the eye of your mind see the vastness of its space

From its center,

That imaginary dot of nothingness where a big bang occurred

In The Beginning of time, when

God created the heavens and the earth, and said

Let There Be Light

And so there was light because

The plasma released in that exploding release of God-energy

Condensed, and,

Over some time, organized and structured itself,

Letting protons mate with neutrons, annex electrons,

So that the first-ever space appeared between them

Permitting the first-ever light to shine through them,

And There Was Light.

 

And the energy-substance of God’s big bang inflated,

And expanded,

Like Fourth of July sky rockets bursting in air,

A vast sphere of universe expanding out out out, creating space

At the speed of light in time,

Accelerating as it went, as we now know;

Spreading the outer boundaries of the Great Sphere

That is our universe

To unimaginable outer bounds known to be, in diameter,

Thirteen point eight billion light years across, edge to edge. Spacetime.

 

See in your mind’s imaginative third eye this colossal realm

Released by the hand of God, Energy released of God-Self,

Suffused utterly with intrinsic purpose,

forever to Evolve,

To be ever changing, ever increasing in complexity,

Ever rising, becoming ever higher, ever More,

In all of its grand celestial manifestations

As particles, dust, galaxies, each with stars, and planets and comets,

All orbiting and turning turning turning,

Many with Life, intrinsically made of the God-energy

That God sent here in the big bang,

In its immensity, all thirteen point eight billion light years of it—so far.

 

In its immensity, see it all, all, in your mind’s

Image of God Godly eye.

Then notice:

Relatively,

Our whole universe is about the size of a tennis ball.

Naught but a wee sphere, sitting there,

A nondescript small universe-sphere sitting there within the real sphere

That surrounds it, the truly Big Sphere, the one that’s truly

Infinite.

In this reality of spherical surround,

That little tennis ball we see as our vast universe

Sits within the truly big sphere,

The Realm of God,

The Infinite.

 

And God watches patiently for Rising on our small sphere,

That universe which contains even this small plant Earth

Orbiting within its star-sun-galaxy somewhere within the tennis ball,

Patiently watches with infinite loving

—hands off, letting things evolve naturally—

For Emergence, for all its little creatures to Rise,

As indeed they are doing, every day of their precious little lives.

God watches too for its most highly evolved creatures

To Rise, qualitatively, yet more, relatively speaking,

To yearn toward their greater Emergence,

And in their turn,

Carry farther their Godly purpose…

…Both Earth-bound portion:  Survive, Reproduce;

…And Spiritual portion:  Help Others, Attain Knowledge,

Each duty bound in their turn, then,

To bring their small gains Home.

©William D. Coffey, December 2021