One Question, Few Answers Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Life's a shift, so some folks claim,
From where to where, a guessing game.

We're made like Him, so stories say,
Just how He wished, from our first day.

Free will He gave, a coice to make,
Yet still a part, of His grand design's sake.

Why struggle long, through pain and strife,
To reach an end, another life?

Is He a player, throwing dice,
And we, His pawns, to pay
the price?

I search for rules, I can't quite see,
This faith of mine, it troubles me.

Am I then lost, a game gone wrong?
And doomed to drift, where I don't belong?

If I am lost, then lost I'll stay,
Until the Player clears the way.
But if the 'Why' is never told,
Perhaps the search is the purest gold.

For in the doubt, and in the fear,
The pawn's own voice is
all I hear.

T.M.Solvang