Why Is There Anything At All? Poem by Shalom Freedman

WHY IS THERE ANYTHING AT ALL?

Why is there anything at all?
Why is the world the way it is and not some other way?
Why are their people?
Why am I alive now?
Why is it that one day I will no longer be here?
Why is it that one day there will no longer be life on earth?
Why is it that all will come in the end to disorder and chaos?

Why is there anything at all?
And why did God make it as it is and no other way?
And why did God need anything else but God?
And why is there this God who knows and intends and somehow is within and beyond Everything?
Why is their anything at all and everything at all and whatever God wants there to be, if God wants there to be?