Ungraspable

32.2 
Billion years away,* 
Years for light 
To travel this way 

From the farthest of galaxies 
That people found 
I'm trying to grasp 
On my couch right now. 

How can it be true? 
How can we exist? 
How can all my neurons 
Move and persist, 

Pointing towards 
The impossible God, 
Who weaved all my tissues, 
The nature, the world?... 

I'm speechless, I'm writing 
With the talent I got. 
I'm moving and thinking 
Of things I see not. 

What an amazing 
And a wonderful chance 
To perceive all my smallness, 
To accept His romance!

He has charmed me with glory 
Of heavens and Earth, 
Impossible Master 
And not just a force. 

I'm shocked and I'm humbled. 
I'm stunned and in awe, 
Writing poetry - something 
I've not learned before. 

I'm moved by my Master, 
The Almighty is near,
The Creator of galaxies, 
Unbelievably here.

I'm shocked and I'm stunned, 
Sitting here in our flat. 
I'm trying to grasp 
And I cannot do that. 

Andre Anokhin 
5.09.2019 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GN-z11#cite_note-32GLY-6 

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