A  Musing 

I’ve lived o’er thirty thousand days

...with fervent goal to solve Life’s maze.

Why good men grieve...and curs oft not?

Why bequeathed wealth demands our praise?

Why knowledge gained but questions more?

Why data found confound a score?

Why, oft I pondered life beyond...

and still can’t answer “What’s in store?”

And why, I should be cast to Hell

for shirking what the preachers sell,

when our God knows all  hearts and tongues

...and there resides soul‘s citadel?

 

Do answers lie in Death’s domain

and rational thought is but inane,

or does God prompt I question all

to reach all heights I can attain?