Searching For Reasons
We ask many questions during our lives;
throughout its many seasons;
years spent; finding husbands or wives;
mostly; searching for reasons.
Why are we here; most of us ask;
life must have some purpose;
are we here for some grandiose task;
or are we just here for service?
The seed of purpose is so deeply planted;
most of us, may never learn;
a deep understanding is rarely granted;
it simply isn’t our turn.
Have each of us, just one life to live;
or have we been here before?
Why are we commanded to forgive;
why can’t we even the score?
Truth and justice, are beyond our reach;
we’re born with thoughts of a child;
we’re all sent here, to learn; not teach;
too young to become reconciled.
And yet; most live, searching for answers;
every child wants to know why.
Why must the righteous often get cancers;
and, why must all of us die?
Love is the answer to all our queries;
we don’t yet have eyes to see;
lacking wisdom; we settle for theories;
love is the only reality.
Monty 5.12.26. # 3,297