Why A World - Poem by Shalom Freedman
WHY A WORLD
Why a world
So vast so violent so dark so empty
Why all this distance
With so little life?
In this narrow space of time
On this frail membrane of earth and air?
Why so much else?
Dreaming of You
Praying to You
Not really knowing You.
Why and why again
In this vast seemingly indifferent universe
Are we here?
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