Life itself a mystery

b"h

24 august 2013

Life itself a mystery --

Never to be known --

You take it at its own

Word -- you listen carefully --

Be what you hear as roaring wave

As ocean in your soul

And try tho' you -- to be brave --

The story -- ever old --

Tells you -- and you not it --

No matter what you ask of it --

Till all that is be done -- --

Till all that is be done.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

What an understatement my friend, life is full of itself at best, well done Dave !

[Firestone Feinberg]

I adore your comments! This one really made me smile. Thanks so much and have a great day dear Frieda xd

[Dhaye]

Yes, life itself is a mystery. We never know why and how things happen each moment...only Him knows each. We never know His plans...because life...is from HIM.

Thanks for a meaningful piece here, Sir.

[Firestone Feinberg]

You are right. We can't know His plans, and I don't want to see the future anthow... what troubles await us? Thanks for reading and reviewing my poem. Have a great day! --david

[Dhaye]

You're welcome, Sir. :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

I don't think anyone will ever understand life, thank goodness. I see in your poem that you have used different rhyming sequences in the three stanzas. I find that very interesting! I also like the way the second verse runs into the last. A bit like the flow of life.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Thank you again for your kind words! --david