Michael Mathiesen

Michael Mathiesen

  Michael Mathiesen

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A Million Billion Years Ago

by Michael Mathiesen

A million billion years ago,
Long before any star or planet,
The good Lord sitting in His throne,
His constant light in every life is shown,
And then, He planned it.

And for all of us, He wrote the code,
Through which all of life evolves,
And in the code he placed the soul,
In such a way that worlds revolve,
Around each other and all around the whole.

He whizzed and popped then came the idea,
That soul is elemental - always would endeavor,
To gravitate and spin and attract one another,
To explode and then blaze in the skies forever.

Then, bursting forth from His mind,
Came forth all the bells and the whistles,
The songs and chords of matter,
Slung out all the pieces that make and bind,
All the lovely and wondrous spatter.

And upon this fertile ground,
A mighty chorus rises,
And every thing is bound and spun,
From angel's hair, the souls surround,
The famous and forgotten.

Upon the mud flats and the plains,
Two souls emerge, expunge the flames,
Their flesh in the fog and mottled,
Hence they feel the pleasure and the pain,
As the heart is whipped and throttled.

Through it all the code of Creation glimmers,
Recognition seeks reward, deep inside it simmers,
The million billion year old plans are held,
The message in the bottle capped,
That Love will be the greatest mapped,
Of all the forces, in all compelled.

And as I lay in my bed,
Thoughts gleaming and careening inside my head
And through all the strife and struggle,
One thought remains, is always the same,
Can never be squashed or muggled.

That one's life is one's own,
That we're never alone,
Through all that's given and taken,
This part is most dear, trumps all the fear,
That the soul is never forsaken.

A million billion years ago,
The code of life is wound around,
And filled with the most symphonic sound,
Of love and hate and Glory.

And, in the holes,
He placed our souls.
And thus, He tells our story.