Beyond All Belief

Just another writing. How things are bad and good at the same time and how the echoes of the good come from God. Or something totally different. 

Beyond All Belief

There is a smell within the aroma of Spring

The sweetness of the grass and its tickle in the nose

Is interrupted ever so slightly

Ever so slightly

By something that doesn’t fit

Something that doesn’t belong

That seems out of place

Is it me?

 

The grandeur of God in all His creation

From the galaxies and stars to the rocks and sand

Something is off ever so slightly

Ever so slightly

Something doesn’t make sense

Something can’t make sense

It is never steady

Is it me?

 

There is sickness and death and disruption

It is there and can be felt by all

It ruins perfection ever so slightly

Ever so slightly

Nothing is correct

Nothing is right

And I smile

Is it me?

 

In the good the bad is there

In the bad I feel its weight

Hoping for good to break free ever so slightly

Ever so slightly

By something

By someone

By anything

Can it be?

 

In this juxtaposition of death with hints of life

Good with echoes of bad

Ever so slightly showed itself

As beyond all belief

Wrong made right

Bad made good

By One who only knows

Love

Let it be