Pre-birth, I can but think, yet never know <br />The mystery of the 'never there' confounds <br />My mind. There are no scents - no sight - no sounds <br />No seed of hope from which a world might grow. <br />Even the depths of space - the Wise Men show <br />Have scarce and random atoms to be found <br />Though in that space there cannot be a sound <br />But from a distant star a dying glow. <br />A vacuum true there never was - for there is God <br />nd He must make the stars and worlds untold. <br />His energy - creation births - triumphant <br />The 'Laws of Nature' rule with iron rod <br />With energies the mysteries unfold <br />To Man his fallen - yet beloved - attendant <br /> <br />(From an idea that is 90% from PG Tips)<br /><br />John Knight<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-beginning-god/
