George Eliot:
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
NEEDING TO BELIEVE
Do we ever reflect on the wonder
Beneath the deep blue sea
It is filled with miracles of life
Evolutions key?
Reflecting on God's existence
Questioning how on earth did I get here
Looking out over the ocean
Should I love Him, should I fear?
If only my perception
Leaned one way or the next
Those who truly believe
Why can't I know why they feel blessed
Something oh so simple
A gentle worldly nudge
But the beach is barren before me
How on earth am I to judge
The angels came to visit me
As here alone I stand
I would never know they had been here
If not for footprints in the sand
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