The Mystery

from "Still Small Voice"

What does the sea know?

What do I?

A vastness

Dark as the sun is bright

Seeps

Between the atoms of time

Into the Mystery

Some things

Are too big to behold

Too deep to fathom

Too close to the hand 

Of God

To fit behind flesh

And comprehension

Veined

By the road not paved

We all flow to the heart

Of where time fails

Reason recedes

Knowledge ends

And something else

Flickers

To life

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A excellent poem. Your words are true. Hard to understand the ocean. I crossed her in large ships. After the journey. I knew less.
"Some things
Are too big to behold
Too deep to fathom"
A very strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote