A Mystery Of A Mystery Poem by ENOCH JOHN

In deep contemplation have you ever sat down,
And in your meditations, considered what a mystery is?
The prophet Ezekiel saw in a vision a wheel within a wheel,
But what about a parable within a parable,
Or even a poem within a poem? Life itself is shrouded in mystery:
At birth comes water, blood and then life,
While at death, the spirit departs to other regions leaving the cadaver behind.
And Blake's majestic tyger, who can say where he was forged, or
By what power does a tree or plant grow?
Do not winter, summer, spring and autumn keep their cycle,
And does not the sun uninterruptedly rise every morn?
Why does the sun not fade in its glory,
Or how come the waters of the deep do not overrun the land?