Mystery

What is life’s meaning,
the purpose of
our existence?
We will keep asking
until it makes sense
in some subtle ways
or against all odds.
We may never decipher
though we may think
we know life’s
cryptic nature.

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2 thoughts on “Mystery

  1. It is only a tiny rosebud,
    A flower of God’s design;
    But I cannot unfold the petals
    With these clumsy hands of mine.

    The secret of unfolding flowers
    Is not known to such as I.
    GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
    When in my hands they fade and die.

    If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
    This flower of God’s design,
    Then how can I think I have wisdom
    To unfold this life of mine?

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