Streaking Comets and Child’s Whys

The atoms bond and break
Little miracles unseen to naked
Eyes, yet right in front of us
Unappreciated in hearts unstaked
With eyes that can’t see stars
Past thick clouds in stormy skies
Nor imagine streaking comets
Out in space and child’s whys
Yet I want to taste each page
Never be too wise to be small
Never be too great to wonder
Never think I know it all,
Or even more than my brothers
Who kneels not how I tend to
Who is called to another journey
Not unlike the one I’m called to
Not unlike the singing birds
Are different from the sunrise
Yet both part of the orchestra
Heralding darkness’ demise
Theres pictures in my head
The melodies singing in my heart
This is Your beautiful handiwork
Your planned wonder from the start

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David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge, Managing Director of New Leaf Ventures. #DB

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