To God - With Thanks              by John R. Haws
	The days wander on from dawn to dawn as I slowly approach my end.
	It's so hard to believe were it not for Eve life's anything more than a spin of eighty turns on an old solar friend in a flaming galactic pinwheel.
	Yet on goes time and here still I'm frighten with a terror so cold with the unthinkable thought that all life is naught and my knowing will never be told.
	Not one person will know what I've come to know. Not that that's a lot … But to learn it all just to see it all disappear at the end of thought?
	Somewhere I'm sure there's a being most pure that lives a very long life; who is through its days in so many ways, much more than Man will be;
	who's knowing is great, who's doings can wait because there's eternity. And we human kind of small human mind we long for this duration.
	We believe in God - in the Heavenly sod , as we search for God's redemption. But unfortunately we are the tree, the fruit of His great labor.
	So 'round we come back on the son - the creation, the created, and Creator.
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