Blind Perception

When Webb's inquiring eye began its search,
It lifted veils to show the farthest light.
And now that man has reached the highest perch,
He can observe the stars beyond the night.
A random cause is all that they can see,
And thus they praise the god of happenstance.
They laud their deity with fickle glee,
Failing to note who built the vast expanse.
What is revealed to them is just a glance
Inside the hand of one they can't conceive.
They credit all that Webb displays to chance,
The non-existent god to whom they cleave.
 Though they perceive what lies beyond the sky,
 They blind their inner eye and chase the lie.