A Room For Art

I observe, I experiment,

About the world -  that's but an accident. 

Of my trajectory, I'm starting to get a hang, 

How I'm set in motion, since the Big Bang. 

I read The Book, I have faith,

God created the world, on the day that was eighth.

Of my destiny in life, I 'm starting to seek God's grace,

For on the day of the Judgement, I'll be with Him face to face. 

I ponder the mysteries, I think deep, 

I take the world as a given- in which I'm thrown knee-deep.

Of my choices in life, I'm doomed to be free, 

Asking the perennial question- to be or not to be.  

I play, I create, a world that is beautiful and great,

I weave random beads into an elegant strand, and, slowly, master my fate.