Where are we going?
This great spinning rock carrying us along?
Could it have a destination?
Does this globe know its course?
This dance with its sisters, and with the sun; an endless, graceful performance piece with music from the stars.
What are we, then, both onlookers and passengers?
Looking up, we know that beyond the veil there is something more.
A choreographer, who created these steps long ago. Also, as architect, built the floor for our waltz through the sky; set these heavenly spheres on their course, and insisted we hang on for the ride.
Michael's Musings 