| The Unsolvable Mystery When a baby is born has it just seen heaven? With God and the choirs of angels - all seven? Police and detectives solve mysteries with clues- But we do much of our research in pews. We see God with our hearts, with laughter and tears, We see God through nature, with our eyes and our ears, Through paintings, and poems, and statues, and books, And flowers in Autumn, and babbling brooks. Through sickness, and death, and the hardships of life, And mountains, and oceans, and fruit when it's ripe. Through science, and art, and brave explorers, And clouds and trees and animal's roars. We understand God just a little bit more- But never completely, that is for sure. |
| Jude Keenan |
| Copyright 2000 Published in "Nature's Echoes" International Library of Poetry |