Whenever

 

Whenever snow falls or sun shines

When mothers laugh or children cry

Through tiny cracks and broken lines

If men are born and when they die

 

Tiny diamonds haunt the sky

Fierce fires that burn with light

We never question how or why

They guide us through the night

 

More stars in sky than specks on beach

More diamonds than sand grains

Mere man could never dare to reach

So held down by earths reigns

 

Maybe tiny holes in a tiny box

That sits upon Gods shelves

And through tiny stars he beckons us

To find love for ourselves.

 

Ged Thompson Liverpool Poet & Writer 01/07/14