bbarron2

Finality

Would the rose be loved so well

If at sight it could not be smelled?

 It would be as the night without the stars:

An unpainted canvas, invisibly scarred.

And all the knowledge that has been sown

What good to us if left unknown?

And when we look at all of these things 

Does the heart know the joy they should bring?

And would the rain upon the ground

Be much enjoyed without its sound?

And when we sense what senses seize

Is this enough to completely please?

And to all of us so much is given

Yet much of it remains still hidden.

Because non of us can grasp it all,

In bits and pieces it\'s installed.

Now what\'s the point of all of this

If one doesn\'t knows  that God exists.