The Universe Is Just A Child Too? Poem by Mark Heathcote

What is there to harmonize?
Don't you realize everything is exquisite?
Everything is tickety-boo,
Don't you realize the universe is just a child too?
Just as, as erratic and lost as you.

Expanding, gaping, yawning a motherless cry
Creating, traversing the darkness
Don't you realize the universe is just a child too?
The flora and fauna beneath the sky
Is all part of His unanswered dreams?

Well, that's Just as, as-erratic, and lost as you.
Oh, aren't atoms the planets and stars
Acting like blood cells, and like gasoline-cars
And doesn't a photo plate of the universe
Have those look-of-diseased corrupted lungs.

Yes, this world is hard-core, a complex hall of mirrors
Every word and thought is written on your face
Your pain incinerates itself to cinders and ashes
So with me, why not ask; what is there to harmonize?
Don't you realize everything full of grace is exquisite?
So what is there to harmonize?
Everything is tickety-boo, isn't it?

Don't you realize the universe is just a child, like you?
In ever-decreasing circles
It and you and I have introspected and expanded
Everything but truly,
Were you ever really there?
Were you ever really here?
Were you ever really there?
Were-you-ever-truly you! Answer if so,
What is there then to harmonize?
If the universe is so exquisite—then so are you.
So did you ever pay yourself, your life any-great respects?

What is there to harmonize?
Don't you realize everything is exquisite?
Everything is tickety-boo, isn't it?
Don't you realize the universe is just a child too?
Just as, as erratic and lost as you.

Expanding, gaping, yawning a motherless cry
Creating, traversing the darkness
Don't you realize the universe is just a child too?
The flora and fauna beneath the sky
Is all part of His, unanswered, quest for Him for you?