Poem: Why?

Why does the world work this way,
With shadows long and skies so gray?
Why do we search for light, yet find
The answers tangled in our mind?

The winds may blow, the rivers wind,
But still we question, seek, and find
That every step we take, we stray,
Not sure if we’re heading the right way.

The sun sets low, the moon will rise,
Yet we still wonder, question why.
Why pain, why joy, why love, why fear,
What guides us forward, year by year?

Is there a reason, some grand plan,
Or are we drifting, like the sand?
Perhaps the world, in all its grace,
Is simply seeking its own place.

We ask, we doubt, we strive, we fall,
But maybe that’s the beauty, after all.
For if we knew, if we could see,
Would we still seek to be set free?

So why does the world work this way?
Maybe it’s the mystery that holds the sway.
A dance of chaos, calm, and strife,
The puzzle pieces of this life.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie