An Original Poem
There are secrets buried deeper than
The deepest abyss
At the bottom of the sea.
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There are mysteries reaching farther than
The furtherest stars
The human eye has seen.
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They shake the core of the earth
And rattle the corners of the sky.
They make themselves known
At the blast of a trumpet.
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Woe the one who claims
To know them.
Woe to the one who will
Not know them.
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They are
The intentions of the hearts
Of everyone,
And they run deeper
Than the deepest abyss
At the bottom of the sea.
Best wishes,
David J.W. Inczauskis, S.J.
