Questioning Minds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Roots of strength grow strongly underground where they cannot
be seen, but are used continually to live through this life.

They are foundations born within us, silently pushing, helping
us to grow when others would rather not let us do so.

Only our timid little minds question it's being and existence.

Without intellect, we would not care to know any of the reasons
for our being here either.

Seeking nothing, putting everything in at once, stirring it up
and allowing all to mature and grow inside of boundaries loosely formed or recognized.

There are no empty spaces in our atmosphere, we have accounted
for them all and no one is the wiser.

Kindling fires of heated sun and cooling moon, stars above grin down on us playing their twinkling games of unknowingness.

Taunting us with false beliefs which have grown and been nurtured in our minds, life is balanced on highest tightropes, awaiting our falls on either side so we may gracefully rise to heaven one day, totally forgiven.