Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

Where Children Play

Do we know all there is to know
Constrained as we are by our senses?
Some of scientific bent say it's so
And cite any number of defenses.

But things exist we cannot behold,
Yet they are as real as break of day.
They are here, there, and ages old—
In the wind and where children play.

It takes a full flagon of bluster
To assume that one is all-knowing.
It takes all the gall one can muster
To think God's hand is fully showing.

Yes, there exists another reality
That cannot be seen nor measured.
Science dismisses it in its totality
But to believers it's faithfully treasured.

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Ben Burton January 29, 2015 at 10:03 PM My kinda poem, Paul. Easy to identify with, particularly if you aren't a complete naysayer in matter of faith. Great writing! Paul Schneiter January 29, 2015 at 10:39 PM Thank you, Ben. Coming from the author of "Heaven's Shores" as it does, your comment constitutes high praise.

Timothy Emmons January 28, 2015 at 9:22 PM Imagine the arrogance of man to think that he (we) are master of all. We are only infants in knowledge. I really enjoyed your poem Paul Schneiter January 28, 2015 at 10:45 PM Thank you, Timothy. Your perspective is precisely what motivated me to write the poem. The questions science answers only gives rise to more questions.

Emile Pinet January 28, 2015 at 1:18 PM Your feelings come out strong and real, imparting your poem with depth and believability. Emile. Paul Schneiter January 28, 2015 at 2:44 PM Thank you, Emile, for what I regard as a thoughtful, insightful analysis of my poem. Obviously, you read beyond words.