Not only circumference
but an orb
of circumstantial evidence.
What keeps us from flinging
into thin air, breathless
to the pin drop darkness?
Every spinning and expanding
island riding on predestination.
What keeps us from bringing
a thin air of presumption?
What great expanse of reason
finds its edge, its end?
Thought rides tides to the Temple.
And Jesus writes in the dirt with his finger.
John 8:1-12John 1:5
yeah…he does..and i find this so fascinating…aren’t you curious what he has written back then…
very curious…many speculations on this.
that’s pretty deep. I think things like this sometimes, but have NO idea how to articulate them. well done.
Thank you and thanks for stopping by.