Did we wander
Aimless, without purpose,
Stumble and fall into life
Unprepared, lost and wailing?
Or did some unseen force
Guide us kindly
On our way;
Chart our course?
Is there ONE answer
To countless searching souls,
Some all-seeing eye
That waits,
To blink this moment
Of life away?
Or is there life
And order to ALL things;
A thoughtfully designed
Individual challenge, a path
For each soul to find
And follow?
And, If I've never been lost
How can there be any need to be found
When I am part of the heavens
That created me;
A temporary mortal
Living life that never really ends?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem