Those questions in life
Wonder, why is this?
Not coming to be
In ways that we miss
Right before our eyes
Not seeing what's there
Blinded by our sin
As though we don't care
Questions of questions
Yet don't understand
How we do those things
For what's in our hands
Needing to face life
Day in and day out
Throughout Our Lifetime
There will be those doubt
Thanks for reading.Poem #1465
Idea 13 Sept 2011
5:35 AM Foot Of Bed
Re read 19 Sept 23, 2, 2011
Made some changes
May we keep going in life when questions are questioned.
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