Is it sciences last non-sequitur,
or the first of Holy dimensions;
perhaps an opaque pathway to grasp
answers that Faith never questions,
tho' I rather think it a worthy Cross.
Thus, in Trust I'll not query darkness,
and sphinxlike eons of mystery.
for if HE wanted me to know...
before my hourglass ran thru'...
I would.
FjR-MXV
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