First Cause

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Your awing light goes not untold!
As the look of your brilliant face
Moves inside me all time and space,

As planets orbit heaven's Sun
And encircle it one by one;
So, too, am I in your sure sway,
Enrapt by you from day to day.

The hosts of God give attention
Through horns of astral dimension 
And trumpet your full might whereof
They blast their praises from above.

For you are The Incarnation
That begets cosmic causation;
By which effects exist from laws,
Obeying this cosmos' First Cause:

In Latin, "primum mobile,"--
Creation's strange anomaly,
Which answers Infinite Regress
From the pre-Socratics' egress.