The Asking
The Asking
Of all
of the treasured moments lingering in memory kept
by God who is the greatest mystery of the origins
of our creator of life of love of inspiration of physics
and all random happenings or if they are in fact so...
mysteriously sparking as the ways of music or poetry
or dance and romance with questions of birth and youth
with its time to spare for inquiries of exploring
the stars and their enticing curious rhapsodies...
Mysteries, I ask, like where do tears come from? Do
they originally differ if from the heart or from the soul?
Does the brain itself keep a reservoir? How can it be they
often start their weeping without us knowing
or can rain our pains even for hours?
Or why does fog so deflate us almost like the mystery of
the timing of our last day and the journey
to it with our meanings our purposes our own why’s of
living our faith in all the seen and unseen motion
that surrounds that our eyes do not see but
even insects do or the vibrations our senses don’t grasp
but aspens do have such wisdom of Nature held in
by All the truths and mercies and graces of God...
God alone..
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(c)sally Young eslinger
Thanks be to God
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2020
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