The Uncertainty Of It All
We live daily in a world where all is seen and heard;
with destiny hinting at what’s coming our way;
where we’re told; “there’s never a discouraging word”
and, that “the skies are not cloudy all day.”
Words of encouragement from “Home on the range”
have lately lost all their appeal;
once, comforting; they now seem rather strange,
all reality has become surreal.
Their words; once peaceful, calming, and clear;
ignore those clouds, we see every day;
particularly when we see death drawing near;
and our life simply slipping away.
This life is obviously not at all that it seems,
all the past; becoming a forgotten parade.
Is truth a mere discourse in unending dreams;
and life, itself, a charade?
This life seems a world of places and things;
but nothing is ever what it appears to be;
instead it’s a mystical garden of our dreams;
a “coming out” party for you and me.
Our soul still resides in the garden of thought;
we were given this dream to learn;
the truth of what hate and division has brought;
while our Master awaits our return.
Most think death became our punishment;
for allowing our pride to cause our fall;
instead; death is the end of our banishment;
our punishment is the uncertainty of it all.
Monty 12/18/24. # 2,520