The Still Night

In the stillness of the night,
When all the world is calm and bright,
I sit and ponder, deep and long,
On life’s great mysteries, old and young.

What is the meaning of it all?
The rise and fall, the great and small,
The endless cycle of birth and death,
The fleeting moment of every breath.

Is there a purpose to this life,
A reason for joy, a balm for strife,
Or is it all a fleeting dream,
A passing shadow, a passing beam?

I search for answers in the stars,
In nature’s beauty, in the scars
That mark our journey through this land,
The things we do, the things we’ve planned.

And in the end, I find some peace,
A glimmer of hope that will not cease,
For though the questions still remain,
The journey is not made in vain.

So in the stillness of the night,
I’ll sit and ponder, deep and right,
And trust that somewhere, somehow, there
Is purpose to this life we share.

:: 04.17.2023 ::