The Brilliance of it All
How?
How many stars in the heavens above us,
are they infinite, and without any number,
For one is born, while another may yet die,
as upon this green earth, we slumber?
How many days shall a man have life,
were they supposed, or finite, and counted,
The most distant planet to have a visible shape,
is it a conquest, to be surmounted?
How many seasons are a life, well lived,
those of Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,
What are the reasons for all life to end,
and will our God, show His grace, of it all?
Will we just pick up and start over again,
as if lessons learned, had no meaning,
Shall we all leave a respectful, Amen,
as in our creation, once more, intervening?
Who will record all of our love and the hopes,
if none are then left for the writing,
How can a person express how he feels,
about the wars, and all of the fighting?
When is enough, the acceptable amount,
of money and power, and, in its greed,
What shall suffering of both the innocent,
and young require, just what does it need?
As the grains in the soil fulfill their role,
rains fall from the skies, to give sweet birth,
Fond and precious creatures, all scurry about,
none presupposed, as their worth.
The actions of men, all so full of such sin,
can they be overcome and all forgiven,
Such a benevolent beginning, by the Creator of all,
as He surveys, His own dominion.
How many stars, in the heavens above us,
are they infinite, and without any number,
For one is born, while another may yet die,
as upon this green earth, we slumber?
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