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****QUESTIONS****

 

*****QUESTIONS****

Who made the Earth? Who made the heavens?
Who made the luminaries in the realm above!
Who created the see? Made it expanse set with limits,
Who told the sea birds to inhabit the water?
And when the leviathan spits fire from it mouth, who calms it down?


Who kept the earth at it perfect position?
How many stars can you number?
How many can you shift from it's position?
Who told the Earth to rotate and revolve?


Can you say to the floodgates of heaven, "weep down thy tears, until it saturates the lithosphere"?
What made the sky blue?


Who taught the birds how to take flight?
Who taught them how to sing?
Who changes it day and night?
Who can exchange the day for night and night for day?

Can you master man's way to it entirety?
Can you direct steps without loop holes?
Can you tell about tomorrow, and what will become of it?

Tell me how many days are left for you to breathe,
Tell me how many fishes are in the sea,
Tell me about the future,

Can you create life?
Can you add a cubit to it?
Can you reduce it?

Man has let pride elude his heart
Humility has been diluted with arrogance
Pride has taken many 
Greed has sent many down into Hades

Why do we think we've accomplished?
When all we know is but a strand of the fringes of knowledge.

       ™© Brown
Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.




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