The universe is full of matter. Black
And formless and without substantial being.
Years exist between the stuff of stars
And time and consciousness have little meaning.
Warmth and light exists each million years
As light, compelled to travel, pierces space
With nothing in between but unknown stuff
And here a little planet holds its place.
And on it matter takes the form of beings
And in it hearts are made of tissue, strung
Between the bones and blood of sudden life
Alive and full of something. Mind is hung
Upon the soul imparted with a need
To know you and to fall within your aim.
This matter with a mind exists in space,
And in all the universe you know my name.
postscript
The very last day of NaPo. I'm done a little early this year. I can't believe I made it. I started stronger than I finished, but that's ok. How vast this universe is, and how astonishing that God knows my name.