The Eye of a Needle

God, tell me the mystery of your will.

For as far as I can see is your majesty.

The desert is as small as the eye of a needle.

And it is, in this paradise, a travesty.

The flowing springs are sparkling clear and cool,

And they water the green foliage and flowers.

From hill to hill, beauty is on display,

And, in every direction, proof of your growing powers.

poem by Albert Price
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