Most of life’s
a moan, a cry,
a laugh, a fear,
a need, a want,
then maybe just
a little prayer.
But its our thoughts
that become a nuisance,
while the world just
comes and goes;
trouble too those words
that come, then go
to only come again.
Then those
reflective moments
bring many questions.
Why?
Who made?
What for?
What next?
Where to?
It is in stillness,
at peace,
in a silence wrapped up in birdsongs,
the questions go
and we realise
why, who made, what for,
next, where to;
do not need an answer,
because happiness is Now.
12-08-2008
You have summed up well the questions that are asked time and again. The answers are often found in our still and silent times, and always in the NOW. Bless you Bob for this fine piece. fondly from Fay.
live the Life here peacefully and leave the rest to Him...the poem captioned ‘questions’ though, comes out with a splendid answer for doubts on practical living in this word 10
oh yes, Happiness is now, how true. A great warm, gentle piece of great poetry, enjoyed reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine realisation of the time now.now is important to make the moment good, as it moves on to the past and another moment takes its place.peace reigns in you bob.cool poem and great write. ritty