Devotions, Poetry

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