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