Perhaps I have travelled here
The entire length of the hall
From genesis to this moment here
To see a writing on a wall
I know not what has driven me so
Nobody is aware
I know not who has lain the paths
Lying unseen everywhere
Perhaps the writer of that wall
Was conceived for me
So he could pen his words on a wall
And I could see that graffiti.
What does it mean, such a tiny thing
And why it must be so
What good it does to the living world
I’ve wondered; I don’t know.
But one thing I can be sure of
One thing does make sense
God’s mind is different from ours, so his
Important things aren’t immense.
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