His blasting bang cast starry night’s array
By filling emptiness at measured speed
To form our home within the Milky Way
And ev’ry element that life would need.
His blast’s velocity was no mistake.
If at a slower or at faster rate,
Black holes alone would swim the cosmic lake
Or stars could not condense and propagate.
The pull of matter’s weight was so well planned,
Its flashing speed congealed a precious pearl:
The carbon atom, by whose bonds’ command
All Terra’s wealth of living cells unfurl.
As “It is good!” left lips of Flaming One,
His blazing touch precisely shaped our Sun.