life

The beauty of this language

Is fulfilled in deep mystery. 

No one knows truly how it began;

Only historical textbooks with 'scientific guesses.' 

But where did we learn to speak this way,

To sing, 

To write, 

To learn, 

And to love?

Adam and Eve made a bad choice,

Which faltered the fate of the universe. 

Yet here we are, living and breathing and loving one another. 

The beauty of life lies in the mystery of God. 

The unforetold stories of where this earth really started.

How we all came to be.

And when we will all cease to exist. 

The beauty of our beating hearts,

And our sleeping minds,

And our wandering souls after the mystery of death. 

May never be fully explained. 

And so we wait within the mystery of time.