In whispers soft as morning dew,
A question forms, both old and new.
Do I grasp the essence true?
Of God, whose nature we pursue.
In sacred texts, His story told,
Of love and grace, so bold and old.
Yet still, my understanding’s cold,
As mysteries remain untold.
In every heartbeat, He resides,
In every breath, His presence guides.
But how does one truly confide,
The depth of faith that never hides?
Through trials faced, and joys embraced,
We seek His wisdom, not displaced.
For in each moment, life’s own taste,
Lies a connection, none erased.
With open hearts, we strive to see,
The beauty in His boundless sea.
And though our minds may falter, free,
We yearn for answers, wild and key.
So let us walk this path with care,
Embrace the questions that we bear.
For in seeking, we find a prayer,
That echoes through eternity’s air.
MARYANN BOSAH 