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.. **********. *********. *********** (c)sally Young eslinger Thanks be to God