Unknown Innocence

Ecclesiastes 3:1 [King James Version of the Bible] To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: Prayer makes man human for in our innocence, we pray. Knowing, that we're limited in sincerity; we seek. Palm to palm, oft on our knees, childless, we of clay convey the hope for healthy children to the Universe, we speak. Our pairings blessed, our off-springs bloom, each yin seeks a yang. Coupled moving forward walking hand and hand, yang calls to yin. All we've known is but a part, a grain, falling from His hand; adult children pray oft on their knees since, we are akin. Around and round the cycle rolls in Universes untold whether the parts know or seek the whole, still they grow, and go. Yet, only the sentient pray and dream, eyes half open, behold the Eternal wonder of creation, yet ... who knows, who knows? Does the quark pray for a quark, does the sun pray for decay does the Universe seek black holes? Who can say, who can say?