A drop in the ocean
the dust in a cloud.
Unfathomable things
spoken aloud.
To see it is to believe it.
To feel it is to know.
But how can we believe it,
if these things do not show?
The sparkle of moonlight
through the dead old trees.
Are these things the things we’re supposed to believe?
How can we really feel it
if knowledge is appeased?
We just kidding ourselves
as we’re down on our knees.
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