Little We Know Poem by Eddie Roa
Little We Know
Like the storied boy combing the strand of a vast ocean,
With the shoreward Habagat slamming my blushed cheeks,
I wondered about the precise undulation of tidal waters.
In my palm shifty sands fall off between my fingers,
Calculating how many handfuls of these make creation,
Determinedly guessing, trying to grasp reasons for it all.
It is enough that I was a witness to God's grandeur
All the beauty of this world streamed through my eyes
It sufficed that I sensed His majesty, not thought it,
Felt His love rather than understood it.
He made an awesome and glorious world in my time,
But, then the world was not that beautiful at all times
I do not need to know why, really I don't. Do you?
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4/19/2024 11:14:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Greetings of peace! In you poem penned the maturity of man's faith to his creator. I like it and of course meter applied creates a rhythm of real poetry in a deep sense. Allow me to share with you my work, From Jerusalem To Emmaus, as a reply to your work. All the best