Mysterious Ways

Over surfaces – appearances judged

Thinking we’ve completely worked it all out

Any deeper – it all needs to be loved

So much more than merely skimming about

Deeper than the abyss of oceans delved

Not ever close are the bowels of the earth

Nor the fathomless cosmos so beheld

Mere shallow puddles piddling their dearth

That trawls as abyssal as love had trawled

Through dark mystery’s endless inertia

In silence – so coveting all that’s hauled

A deeper knowing of the minutia

Every screw and cog that Fate had reasoned

Beyond our logic of minds well seasoned.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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