Quirk of Mind

What skew of sight must there be
To understand harmony?
What wondrous complexity
To enable clarity?

This prism, this quirk of mind
Hating chaos yearns to find
In the midst of ash and soot
Seeds emerging, taking root.

There is no edge to the flame
But in “fire” we give it name.
We give atoms tiny moons
Though but circling cloud festoons.

O, what awesome symmetry
Comprehended by man’s eye!
What fearful rule is beheld,
For the mind is so compelled.

God’s breath is but winds of chance
Seen as ordered elegance.
Recursive lines spun to make
Laws of nature in their wake.

Can you see in ash and soot
Seeds in chaos taking root?
What prism’d light you must be
To understand harmony.