Order
When we were created, we were given limited senses,
perhaps so as not to overwhelm our finite minds.
Like God, we delight in order, and there is much that we can do.
But our appetite for inputs has become a perilous addiction
and strains the limits even of our strengthening reasons.
We cannot tease the story from the storm.
So we snap-
13 October 2023
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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