We mortals can never
comprehend all of God.
We think when we find
God on a walk in the woods,
that is all.
Then we find God in some lines
we read. We think we’re seeking.
We’re only peeking
at omnipotence.
We’re always on the outside
looking in.
All we know is where we’ve been.
Posted by: John | April 30, 2014
Mortality
Posted in Poetry
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