Gravity Gospel

The stars were sermons, unspoken, immense

Mass became meaning, in fields that condense

Planets in chorus, each bound by the hymn

Of motion ordained from the infinite rim

In silence they preach in elliptical grace

Their spirals encode the laws we embrace

Not by chance, not by fate —

But by gravity’s voice that reverberates

Pulling us inward, line by line

A force unseen, yet so divine

The choir moves in sacred arcs

Each orbit leaves creation’s mark

This is the Gravity Gospel — the sermon of stars

Spoken through silence in radiant scars

The weight of the world was never a chain

But the shape of the soul, the echo of flame

We fall toward meaning, we rise through decay

Bending through time in celestial sway

A force unseen but wholly true —

The gospel of gravity pulls us through

Cathedrals of black holes, altars of light

Spacetime unfolding, both burden and rite

It isn’t descent — it’s divine embrace

The sermon is written in every place

We dance on strings that fate has sewn

But still the drift is all our own

Through planets, moons, and sacred dust

We’re held by love disguised as thrust

We are bound — but not by fear

By the weight that draws us near

To truth! To flame!

To the names we became!

This is the Gravity Gospel — the song of the spheres

A whisper that echoes through infinite years

Each fall is a prayer, each rise is a vow

We are the orbit, we are the now

No savior in sky, no prophet below —

Just the arc of the stars and the way they flow

A force unseen, yet wholly true —

The gospel of gravity pulls us through

Fall into grace…

Drift into truth…

We were always…

Drawn to you…