just a jet

i looked up

from my point in time

a passenger jet

twin engines on the tail

further it went

way out of my reach

what a thought

it came to me,

passengers within,

like mitochondria,

vacuoles,

cytoplasm and such

contained within our cells,

yet,

so far out of reach

unseen

but there

large to small

micro to macro

the ultra small

it has depth,

breadth and height

how can it be

but,

it is

the speck of jet,

pin prick small

and getting more so

with each passing second

i stare in amazement

as if a deaf and mute

of my view,

this jet

a model of anything else physical

of our world,

so incredibly tiny

without dimensions

from this point in time

invisible now,

yet,

each mechanism

each reaction

way out of my reach,

still all functions

without me or you,

like breathing involuntarily

like digesting our food

we don't even think about it,

we just breathe,

without thought

the jet disappeared into the eastern sky

within the dimension of atmosphere

though its engines' roars

still emitting there,

its rivets an’ bolts,

crafted of countless stages

of created alloys,

built by forces,

by brain

by action

reactions untold,

over time

perfectly placed

twists an’ turns of internal wires

up, under and below

through and around,

copper and gold

thin and thick,

crafted by mind

mind of man,

like the number of grains of sand

in the beaches

of all beaches

in all our known universe

thousands of miles

is their length

and guided by hand of man

each in their own designed place

of space

like you an' me

no accidents

electrons’ flow at speed of light,

faraday laws of wonder

and then some,

borne of countless years’ past an’ present

invention innovation,

trial and error,

experimentation,

human flesh awake at night

at sleep

at play

in the fray of life and death

struggle

drama

and vice

and such,

research and development

lives lost in the transactions

somewhere

out of my sight

thousands fly

all over the world's sky

they sit on their seats

people like you and me

hurling through the air

the passengers' thoughts on myriad subjects

the least of them on the craft's functions

wilbur and oroville would flip their lids

given a chance they’d take control,

they’d swoon at the knowledge

from kitty hawk to our aerospace

on land an’ aircraft carrier sea

borne of the mind of man

our passenger jet

never mind our submerged

atomic submarines,

fully contained,

"you can even walk down the aisle,

wilbur"

the computers

partners at the helm

comprised of golden circuits

microprocessors

diodes and chips

all contained in that speck in the sky,

like the unseen cells in our bodies within

how is it that you question not,

the creations of man,

just acceptance,

like his philosophies,

pertaining to eternal life and such,

that God does not exist

that all in the universe

the seen and unseen,

just by chance

just brought itself into creation

as in the theory of evolution

just confusion,

i took another sip

of the primordial soup

and considered,

Colossians 1:15

the Son is the image

of the invisible God,

the firstborn over all creation

16 for in him all things were created

things in heaven and on earth,

visible and invisible,

whether thrones or powers

or rulers or authorities

all things have been created

through him and for him

17 He is before all things,

and in him all things hold together