The Connection
There are so many things I've never seen
and yet somehow I know what they mean.
Though familiar to many
and not to me,
I can live my life with certainty
that they exist as do I
and never miss my seeing eye.
For all God's bounteous things appear
independent of the other while they're here.
And when I'm over, when I'm gone.
Their independence still goes on.
Still all the things I did not see
though distant and remote were part of me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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