Toward The Center

A Big Bang, you say. Created the universe, you say

But what is at the center of creation?

Expanding, you say. Moving away, you say

Existence grows ever larger

A grand cosmic balloon, growing at inconceivable rates

The center of creation ever distancing

Galaxies and stars flying away from where once they were housed

Pushing spacetime to new limits every passing moment

I ask again, what is at the center of creation?

What is the origin of all this wonder?

Something so large it could only be made of light

A God's world, in the middle of it all

Pictured in a mind, a God standing, hands upraised

Thrusting out new beings, elements, and light

Proceeding forth to stretch what once was into something new

A God is expanding our cosmic balloon

A Big Bang, you say. Created the universe, you say.

But what is at the center of creation?

Expanding, you say. Moving away, you say

But who caused the Bang?