I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.
Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head.
Thou knowest not the hairs," though He, we read,
Writes that wild number in His own strange book.
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For God, who is the eternal Father of this vast universe, counting the pebbles of His creation is but a playful dance. But man is just a minute pebble in the vast ocean of life and has to put on a great amount of effort just to count his deeds one by one. Chesterton has most beautifully written these verses affirming the magnanimity of the universe and God as the greatest Mathematician who reigns powerfully unto eternity.
We are the eyes of the world, trying to see as much of infinite creation as we can. Consciousness entails responsibility, and he is trying as best he knows to be worthy of this gift.
Only God knows when each sparrow falls- Only God knows the number of hairs on our head. Beautiful poem of faith.
A great poem in an endeavor to count the countless and futility in it for the mortals with limited life span.
a profound poem about the poets belief in God and the next life.
Boundless! ! Facing the ways of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Immortality is essential to measure the boundless Eternity...is it possible? .only He knows...but being thankful to Him for everything we are given is greater than all- -10++++
Wonderful poem on how God can do miracle on our lives.Thanks for sharing.