The Conundrum of Life

 

I want to know why I am here and what for

to discover what drives and motivates me each day

Why hope is forever present even in darkness

and love consumes my very being with such desire

 

We live a shiftless and seemingly hopeless life

only to repeat past mistakes and behave foolishly

Why was I born into this conundrum of being

of which I can find no sense or reason

 

I did not ask for this life which I have been given

it comes from an intimacy in a moment of passion

My arrival has departure foretold but when

how shall I leave this temporary dwelling

 

To be here is to witness compassion and hate

I see the reverence and beauty of nature's estate

I brim with joy then become downcast and sad

from good health to a hospital sick bed

 

When I enquire as to why I am here

the word mystery is spoken in unconcealed whispers

Some peer into the sky at night to see the heavens

are we destined to a future in a starlit cosmos

 

No answers are ever forthcoming

we are in a perpetual quandary of unknowing

Beyond our finite world and life there seems no more

but this knowledge is witheld by a chasm so unfathomable

 

There is no choice but to soldier on and die

for then if more exists we see shall cleary what lies ahead

A time of revelation and rebirth or

a homecoming to the fruition of what we were created for

 

To this with my limited and inadequate intellect

I can see only one enduring emotion

This is a love of which we have but sampled here

the reality of this love will dawn anew in our expectant souls