Perhaps

Over and over I see them. Life's questions, lacking answers. There!--our genesis, our history, the steering post for all the world, and I am in the thick of it, unleashing chaos in the wings with breathless wonder teeming over at the very thought we have it under our control. No, for if that be true creation is a lie; the thrill is gone, and all our toys lie useless as a fantasy. Here we are again, with our "perhaps" eliciting the smile of any wiser God who happens by... for we've achieved a wisdom that we didn't see. The brain has gone into an active mode, aware that we are not alone, and reaching out into the font of riches ever at our side. There is a fresh eternity to make our choice. And there is one more gift to choose if we retain the will to make it so: the caveat of love. ~