(Thoughts on Ecclesiastes 11:5)
I do not understand
the winds that blow
Where they come from
where they go
So how might I understand
Your works, O God
Maker of all things?
I do not understand
the mothers womb
The way a life
is made to bloom
So how might I understand
Your works, O God
Maker of all things?
Stanley :)
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