Can you find Pleiades

Could you perchance find Pleiades, and hold it in your hand, I know I can’t nor could I chart the stars, map the planets or name all quasars, comets … galaxies all that’s out there and not loose my mind Celestial bodies uncountable, sands of the sea Waste of space in my limited understanding Where did it all come from and when or why black deserts sparkling, twinkling, smiling quintessence of concrete and abstract in one Stars born, expire, they die and form again Just gaze into the night through polluted skies into the Heavens but with unpolluted mind stare into it all and fall upwards, yes upwards enormous, don’t you feel small. I know I do, think of the sun, the ancient one and ponder Belligerently, bludgeoning, bellicose fashion can I request of it to loose one day for me I say thee nay, nor can I loosen Orion’s belt or command a single flower not to bloom Mind baffled and challenged and left in awe Ever expanding, multiplying exponentially Arms akimbo, head spinning out of control Colours exploding new hues, shades forming Light bending and straightening frivolously a living picture on a canvas beyond measure What if the answer came strange but true For One can hold Pleiades in His Hand indeed, "I can" says The Lord of Hosts as for the sun, command it to loose one day Orion’s Belt needs loosening, He but speaks the “waste of space” has meaning, reason and purpose, does it not … I know it does no accident, no freak event, no blind chance could it be just One Intelligent God at work all made by Him for us to know His Glory …