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When we in our bumbling way
Over eons of time and
After exhausting effort
Stumble over a truth of nature
Wrought from all time,
An infinitesimally small grain of Your truth
In a vast universe of truths,
We nod knowingly,
Connect the dots of DNA and
Pride ourselves for having knowledge.
Understanding escapes us.

“What in the world!” We say.
And, in our limited, blind way do not consider
What not of this world.

~Andrea Samson

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