The simplest questions

Who can count the stars in the heavens,
or the grains of sand on all the shores?
The infinitesimal becomes the infinite;
the simplest questions remain a mystery.

Can we even sense the Presence?
Will the clip-winged falcon ever soar?
Man’s fiercest forces all but impotent;
who will ever learn from history?


How, then, can a light be shone?
Who can sit upon the throne?
Since no sinner can atone,
must we all die alone?


Please Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s