As certain as I see the world below
some things I’d overlooked, within my haste
come to my mind, and in it now, I know
we can’t allow what time remains to waste.
What God’s become, because we’ve let it be,
would change if only you’d see what I do,
spread out below, right here in front of me
a fragile sight–most delicate a view.
To see the whole thing, as it is complete,
the total world, big pictures only show,
is recognizing what’s beneath our feet
was made by one who knows more than we know. My question’s not to ponder as to how God made the world–but how to save it now. © Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet *The Astronaut – John Glenn*
Happy Holidays to all Hope you enjoyed this poem!
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