Do We Know It All Poem by James Tipp

In the silence of space the angels hover
Man cannot see so man does not bother
Things I can touch smell see or hear
Those are things that man holds so dear.
But mysteries forgotten all things can be known
So life after death or God on a throne
Dismissed as too simple this once holy dove
Then show me the mystery of the thing we call love.
We speak of it, write of it, sing of it too.
But its mystery remains gives us no clue.
Where does it come from? How do I feel?
When do I know if it’s fake or its real
So touch, see and smell are not all they claim
And mysteries abound in this world just the same.