Life patterned, designed?
Halt us the world and remind
He weaves still divine
If He be, why gone?
The game is set, move a pawn
Less win sorrow spawn
Life is gay, not drear?
Write us ‘All Peace’, I’s dot clear
That it right appear
If it be, why flake?
Small, why must peace isolate
When it might stanch ache?
Life is gauche, most weird
Halts us with questions most jeered
Die; ask Him revered
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Shadow Ponders: Poetry For Those Asphodels
Poetry“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
