A careful consideration of all things.
A weighing in the balance of experience.
A remembrance of treasured words received.
And from a discordance of events
a gem arises hewn of discontent,
It is a question heaven sent.
Containing all that went before.
And asking that, perhaps there might be more?
Limitless in its pure intent.
Is there any answer
that can match the scope,
of a question that the heavens wrote?
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-question-12/
