Was it you?
There it is again.
Is it something more?
A being greater than you and me?
Or a deity?
Perhaps it's just the universe
Knocking at our door
Whoever it is
Whatever it is
It must love us
Hard to believe, I know
What with life being so cruel
So harsh and unforgiving
But if it didn't love us
If what I believe in doesn't love me,
Then why are we here?
How is it that I have delicate veins
Intricately woven throughout my body?
How did I get these organs that work together,
To create a harmony?
These eyes that are so fragile,
Yet so powerful as to see,
How do they exist?
I was created with care.
I was created with patience.
My existence is the result of someone,
Taking their time and sculpting me to their exact specifications.
My brain is different than yours
And yours is different from hers
The thousands of billions of cells that make up this world,
So that I could live this life
It was not a sudden occurrence.
Something didn't just 'happen'.
Every plant, animal, and cloud,
Every detail down to the last atom
All of it was carefully thought out
It was all carefully executed in a perfect plan
A collision didn't just happen in space
Space was created
We are the result of love
We are a love poem
So read carefully