The universe is too wide
To comprehend,
A God way too powerful
To place in a box;
What if we thought
We understood creation,
Only to be proven wrong?
I wonder the glorious secrets
Heaven keeps from our
Small, narrow minds.
I want to ask creation
To sing me a song that
Sheds light on what I’d
Love to know…
But maybe the Creator
Knows I wouldn’t handle the knowledge,
And when I meet God,
I want to be good and ready.
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Burning Flowers
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I have written over the past years, as well as months. Themes come from parts of my life, such as hurt, grief, codependency, and experiencing the love of God. All poetry is of my original work.
