Is This All
By: April Terry
From birth we are molded.
They mold us into,
What they feel we should be.
They tell us how to do it,
Where it will happen,
And when it shall be done.
At the same time,
They tell us to use are brains,
And think for ourselves.
But then when we do,
They curtsies us for it,
Telling us we are failures.
Blindfolded at birth,
We live are conformed lives,
The best we know how.
Yet we always come back,
To one question,
Is this all?
Glazing up at the starts one night,
Thinking out of the box,
Wondering all the big what ifs,
Thinking that if only,
I knew all the answer,
If only I knew the questions.
Questions without answers,
And answers without questions,
That’s right we all have them.
But that’s not the important part,
What is important,
Is what we choose to do with them.
If we stop worry about the big picture,
And focus on each piece,
As an individual,
Things will then,
Start to fall into place,
And answers will begin to appear.
Within all the chaos,
There is a peace that we will find,
His name is Jesus.
And he holds,
Every question without answers,
And every answer without question.
If we choose to seek,
The son of God,
Within him we shall find God.
And we will find the answer,
To the biggest question,
God is all!
