The questions stop

There comes a time when all must be
Silent before the great mystery
Of life of love of things unknown
Acknowledging all is His to own

The questions stop the wondering too
For all is calmed by the  inner truth
Souls enlivened..and touched by grace
Surrender all and give Him space..

Moments ...seconds..all our time
Become a line inside God's rhyme
And we the song that singers sing
Are angel's joy that keeps echoing

So, pausing now.. you should think for real:
What matters most and what is a thrill?
For, both are here and both are loud
But only one can disperse the noisy crowd..

To Heaven's gate and to Heaven's heights
Our hearts should raise our mortal sights
For nothing's worse than having known
A love so pure that we can't ever own