Life’s Questions
There is a time that will surely come
When all that has been, will become a question.
A question, not to be answered by the learned
But one to be lived, again and again.
What have I wrought with my life thus far?
Has it been purely to protect myself alone?
Is there a purpose to this life I live,
Or, is life just waves of motions, taking their turn?
Does my touch, or my smile, or anything at all
Have any effect on this vast world?
Do my passions count as I long for keener awareness
For that, Loving Being, far greater still?
Friends will come and friends will go -
While we grow and change along the way.
Do they, as I, just try to find a certain rhythm
That makes some sense to their searching minds?
Quietly, I kneel in surrender
Laying my questions on the altar of my soul.
There, I am met by Wisdom, which is far greater
Than the many questions born out of such limited terrain.
~Viola Jaynes
May 2009
