On a migraine day

The rotation of the Earth,

proved on my living room hearth -

that spot of sun that moves from east to west

on days of work and days of rest.

Perpetual motion played out in my home

while through the black of space we roam.

Not on paths of undetermined end,

although we cannot see 'round the bend,

but on a road that's smooth and true,

led by a God who always follows through.

He touched this Earth and caused it to begin

its revolution and its spin,

knowing each of us would travel on its surface

living, trying to know our purpose.

Perpetual motion? Yes.

But in God we find perpetual rest.