Most of life’s
a moan, a cry,
a laugh, a fear,
a need, a want,
then maybe just
a little prayer.
But its our thoughts
that become a nuisance,
while the world just
comes and goes;
trouble too those words
that come, then go
to only come again.
Then those
reflective moments
bring many questions.
Why?
Who made?
What for?
What next?
Where to?
It is in stillness,
at peace,
in a silence wrapped up in birdsongs,
the questions go
and we realise
why, who made, what for,
next, where to;
do not need an answer,
because happiness is Now.
12-08-2008
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/questions-122/
