I Don'T Know

I don’t know that poetry should be particularly wise… though it should be interesting; as love need not be entirely spoken... for it is better known by its presence life’s stars come and go depending on the season, and who is out to watch – skies shaping their clouds to fit (or is it visa/versa?) for every expression seems to have its own, individual hopes and dreams… I wonder if God really chooses to see and know all in advance – or His Greatest joy and experience, are our moments of seeming miraculous discovery ...and the uncontrollable, indeed childlike excitement that follows...