Hmmmm I've been asking that question for some time now!!!
I'm not even sure what meaning is, or if it's real~rick
Now that is the philosophical question of the day!! Smiles.
i think the greatest meaning often lies within imperfect hands....
If we could find any certain hands, the search for meaning would be meaningless. How boring.
Such a restive and yet peaceful sense in this for me--
The poem speaks, and not only that, It has a question about itself! How cool is that?
This I like... though it may be too deep for me.
He was fearfully and wonderfully made, and then god gave him to me. These uncertain hands did the best they could.
Meaning as random and as necessary as the lighting of a butterfly on a pollen drenched flower serves this little gem up perfectly.
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