I do not know the ways of spheres:
     how planets orbit,
         how stars alight.
I do not know how life's sustained,
     how atmospheres enfold.
I do not know the wheres or whys,
     how Jupiter
          protects our sky.
     I only know the heart of man
            and know that it is sick.
I have not plumbed the ocean floor
     nor found the place
          where tides must rest.
I have not climbed the highest peak
     or seen the plates force up.
I have not swept the sea, the land,
     our ancestors 
          trod underfoot.
     I've only met God's hand in time
             and read His plan to save.

I cannot answer mysteries:
     why life exists,
          why time must die.
I cannot say the span of man
     before our time, beyond.
I do not know my mind's own truth
     nor understand
          why hearts must lie.
     Yet I have known Your way with me
             and say that it is good.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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