The Silent Clockmaker: A Deist Song

Title: "The Silent Clockmaker"<br /><br />Verse 1:<br />In the stillness of the endless night, where stars in silence glow,<br />A craftsman worked with careful hands, in rhythms none could know.<br />He spun the spheres in timeless arcs, with laws both firm and free,<br />Then stepped away to let them dance, the way they’re meant to be.<br /><br />No voice commands the comet’s flight, no whisper guides the breeze,<br />The rivers carve their winding paths through valleys, hills, and trees.<br />No hand comes forth to halt the storm or mend the broken land,<br />The Clockmaker’s art is perfect still, and time moves by His plan.<br /><br />Verse 2:<br />He left no creed, no sacred text, no temple for His name,<br />No prophet speaks, no king proclaims the fullness of His aim.<br />The earth revolves, the seasons turn, the seed becomes the tree,<br />And though He watches, distant now, we live and let it be.<br /><br />Through telescope and microscope, we seek His hidden trace,<br />In quantum voids and galaxies, we dream of glimpsing grace.<br />Yet all we find are open skies, and echoes in the void,<br />A masterpiece left incomplete, yet wondrously employed.<br /><br />Verse 3:<br />So humankind must forge its path, invent its truths and lies,<br />Build meaning from the cosmic dust beneath the empty skies.<br />For if a purpose yet exists, it lies within the spark<br />That burns in every living soul, to light the endless dark.<br /><br />And though the craftsman may be gone, His wisdom still remains,<br />In every law that governs light, in every bond that strains.<br />The universe, a breathing clock, unwinds without delay,<br />The work of one who shaped it all, then quietly stepped away.<br /><br />Verse 4:<br />No prayers will halt the rolling tide, no hymns will raise the sun,<br />The gears of time turn ever on, indifferent to the one.<br />Yet in this truth there’s beauty still, a freedom deep and vast,<br />For we are left to write the script, unbound by shadowed past.<br /><br />The stars may never speak to us, nor answer when we call,<br />But in their silent splendor lies the greatest gift of all.<br />A universe of boundless scope, a canvas, blank and free,<br />A place to paint our fleeting dreams, and grasp eternity.