What I think I know,
I don’t have knowledge of all the pieces to fully understand.
And, even if all the pieces were available to me,
I could not grasp the full scope of my understanding anyway.
What I do know,
Albeit, only partially –
Is that I don’t really know anything fully.
A delightful paradox to explore as the pages of life turn.
Thus, I carry on.
The future… a flower too delightful to pluck,
As it blossoms
In hope filled fields of thought,
Swaying to destiny’s winds.
Amid the branch of all life –
Our heart’s only companion,
Enchants our expectations.
There exists a multitude of
To do on this earth;
Far more in the universe.
And, failing these,
There is an endless supply,
Yet to be discovered,
In the company of
One’s own imagination.
Are we hemmed in;
Or, are we
In the spiritual gardens of the familiar –
“The cross unerringly exposes this stunningly marvelous and abruptly exquisite declaration
that God will not let this single life of mine…
pass into oblivion without
unflinchingly declaring that my life carries a value
worth the expenditure of His.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough