Mystery Of The Womb Poem by Kevin Maroney

The light of first day's dawning,
never more than midnight's awning.
Through the world and land it sees,
before, cruelly ripped into tiding black seas.
From the heavens above, we cannot know
No more than hint at, as we grow -
The only smart, the only source,
lies in a book we so heart'ly endorse.
The main perception, his romantic gaze,
To our every soul can he, does he praise.
Even with such a guiding wind, the
winding sorrow of my heart doth
eclipse my view of tomorrow.
Not worry, not worry,
have you none to fear,
this is only the madness of a man
who holds all life dear...