Poem: Life

Life, a river winding slow,
Where does it end? Where does it go?
The moments flicker, then they fade,
In a world where time is made.

We chase the hours, we chase the days,
In search of meaning, lost in haze.
Questions arise like silent streams,
Are we the sum of all our dreams?

Is life a story yet to write,
Or a flicker in the dark of night?
Do we stand on solid ground or air,
A brief illusion passing there?

What’s purpose in this fleeting dance,
A twist of fate, a fleeting glance?
Perhaps the answer, in the end,
Is not to know—but to transcend.

To live with wonder, hearts untamed,
To question, search, and feel unchained,
For in the asking, we may find,
The quiet peace that calms the mind.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty