Poem: My Ponderings
Have you ever noticed that clouds look like snow capped mountains high in the sky?
Or that you walk by the same patch of grass coming home?
Why is my heart so breakable yet the very thing that keeps me alive?
How come water and air give us life but too much creates a storm?
Why do we hate the cold and the dark if that’s where life starts.
Is there a part of ourselves that has always longed to break free?
Why do the simple moments of life happen more often than breakthrough?
Does our definition of greatness always get redefined with age?
Do you ever wonder what redemption looks like?
Or when we find our purpose in life?
There are great mysteries that require deep searching,
And sometimes the answers still allude us nonetheless.
