The Mystery of Space

You are, at the end of the universe
At the end of our space
Looking down at it all,
Realizing, it's grace

In your vision, is all of the stars,
Is all the galaxies,
Even the black holes,
Are at your mercies.

But even with, everything in view
everything at your gate,
there is still no understanding
to our final fate.

Our universe, is a piece of art
A piece of a picture,
that will be finished
and will end our venture.

Even at, the end of our universe,
The end of our space,
We will never understand
All of its grace.