Life is full of uncertainties. It’s full of unanswered questions and wondering. It’s also full of opportunities. We’re left with a choice, then. To wonder, or to stop wondering. To ask, or to stop asking. To seek, or to stop seeking. Each one of us has been blessed with a chance to make that choice. What will be yours?
The seams of the world were somehow spun;
Somehow in the sky sits suspended the sun.
In a miraculous way my life was begun;
I was born with feet to stand and to run.
Each day I awake as sure as summer comes,
There are monsters in life that I’ll want to flee from;
I’ll escape many but be captured by some.
While certain battles rage, still others are done,
And despite the fact that I’m a wandering son,
I’ve yet to stop wondering, so I’ve won.
Sometimes doors are slammed in my face,
I sometimes stumble at the gun of the race,
The world is the hare and I the snail’s pace,
I’m left all alone without even a trace.
There are times when I’m left with a bitter taste,
And places I’m surrounded by rubble and waste,
But there are also times when that’s not the case,
For often I find joy in the quiet place.
And many times I see my fears erased
Because I still ask, and because there’s still grace.