It has been told to us that God is spirit, and we were made from the dust of the ground. My poem.

I did not create the world--God did.

I enjoy living in it, even though it's a mystery.

There are so many things that's been hid,

Things that you'll never hear about or see.

 

Still, it's up to us to make our way,

Go to sleep, and wake up each day.

Then you'll find yourself as a little child.

Growing up, gentle and mild.


Submitted: February 25, 2025

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