(Photo credit: Krappweis)
We rushed through our days,
We dashed through our nights,
We ploughed and worked through our years,
We toiled and built and heaped on wealth,
We didn’t wait to think;
What is the purpose of it all?
Is everything a mere illusion?
Is there purpose to this life?
Or do we just live like a leaf in the wind?
With no care in the world.
After all, a leaf has no illusion
Of the fate that awaits it.
But if we do wait and pause,
And behold the glory that surrounds us,
At the smile of a new-born,
Or the toothless grin of an old man,
Or the splendour of the morning,
We’ll surely know for a certainty…
That life is not an illusion.
There is a purpose to it all…
Much love dear friends.