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How often do we focus on the meaning of life,
its purpose for us and the fear of our mortality?
Negative thoughts most assuredly bring us strife
over religion versus science, in opposition, a duality.

In line with family tradition, most of us accept
what our parents teach us about life and death,
but unanswered questions leave us circumspect.
Some scriptural passages make me catch my breath.

Do we dare to doubt the existence of a Holy God,
disavowing the theories and hypotheses of science?
Or is our faith strong enough to defend it against fraud
and cling to His Word, honoring Him in compliance?

Those wanting the truth claim it's a puzzle or a riddle,
growing confused, struggling with anxiety and doubt.
Not taking a stance, labels them, "The Muddled Middle,"*
searching for answers that would make them devout.

Skepticism causes some to seek concepts without pause
over which path in life is the one they should follow.
Which road is the right one to take. Which one has flaws?
Will we find fulfillment in one? Will one leave us hollow?

We search for answers as we seek an elevated existence,
A life laced with good health in a euphoric atmosphere.
Our existential curiosity needles us with its persistence
to find tangible evidence that will make it very clear.


*'Meaningness' by William G. Perry

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