(Based on a conversation with Jeff Johnson)

A black hole, a dense mass in space
so packed it lets out no light.
They’re million of miles away,
not something we could drop in on
even if approaching without being whirled in
might be possible. Black holes,
they cannot be seen, so how do we know
they’re there? By watching other stars
circling something we cannot see,
By close-passing matter shredded off,
be it gas or clouds or even asteroids,
planets, stars. Shredded stars.
Diffused planets. Bipolar jets
looking like bow ties on the black hole neck.
Rings around the void of orange then yellow,
white, and blue and violet.

A supreme being, higher power, creator of matter
not made of matter, not subject to sight.
We cannot see God but can watch movement,
lives, majestic changes all around where he must be.
Those who approach God, who acknowledge and advance,
experience dramatic changes, expanding lives
reaching out to touch others for great distances around.
The radiant beauty of lives, of nature, of the universe itself
shows inexplicably. Nothing can be seen as cause,
but the evidence shows us God…like seeing a black hole.