What nature takes,
And most couldn't tell,
Is God from a grain of sand.
Swimming amid
A sea of truths,
Our envious souls protest.
And, with no thought
For consequence,
Our burrowing minds submerse.
So, the spirit alone
Is left to find
The truth within the myth
And, failing, flailing,
Falls headforth
Through galaxies of sand.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
