Dimensions No One Knows
The last rays of sunlight stark
Flutter in omniscience,
Both light and dark
What here, at end of day,
Is good....... has been bad?
Only Spirit can truly say
The pines will always bend to the breeze,
Some break, some dance;
God alone, may do just as he does please -
(the rest of us, just take a chance.)
Every day the sun rises it shall fall.
How can humanity be certain
It will ever return, at all?
A slight speck in endless space here we are,
Our life granting sun away,
Out there, somewhere so very far.
Now, the end of day,
And the dark engulfs all even sound
So, all I can do is silently pray
Hoping, the Sun may soon come back around.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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