Ripples river,
racing mind,
divers deeper,
darkness find.
Thinkers thought,
thrown away,
sorry sunshine,
sometimes rain.
Angels alone
in anxious pain -
Can we ever make much sense of it,
is there some grand design;
he has false answers to cast
to feed the starving swine.
© Reneé Marie
4.7.17
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A refined poetic imagination, Renee. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.