Meant to be answered?
I'm not so sure.
Most of mine
I am quite clear now
Are not to be.
I ponder and I wonder and I think
And when I ask people about them
They think they know
And sometimes
Are quite definite about it.
But how?
Have they been there?
Have they solved it?
What has changed?
For we struggle still with
What has been
For many years.
Perhaps it's a method to cope,
A way to keep life simple,
To move on.
I still ask the questions,
Sometimes for answers
But not always.
For I am sure now
I will not find them here.
The most that I can ask for then
Is that my questions increase
In depth and wisdom and
Wonder at this complex
And amazing world
God has created.
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