Still
Still...
...the sun rises and sets with each new day.
...the moon surfaces and goes into hiding each night.
...the stars orbit the galaxy giving the earth a beautiful display of wonder.
Still...
...the seasons come and go with each passing year.
...the spring brings forth fresh flowers and rain.
...the summer a heat that pounds every inch of creation.
...the fall introduces the changing of colors like a brand new wardrobe.
...the winter gives a blanket of brisk fallen snow.
Still...
...with tragedies comes the courage to rebuild.
...with death we move on only to hold onto the memories left behind.
Still...
...the mind turns like a well oiled machine, spitting out inventions in hopes to make the world a better, yet more complicated place to reside.
Still...
...we laugh.
...we cry.
...we sing.
...we dance.
...using every emotion to express and display our deep hidden secrets.
Still...
...the search is on...
...to search for happiness and contentment.
...for satisfaction.
...for meaning.
...for hope.
...for money.
...for answers to difficult questions.
...for solutions to problems we don't understand.
...for a creator to explain why all of creation exists in the first place.
Still...
...we dream of making a difference.
...for a better tomorrow.
...for a cure.
...for security.
...for fulfillment.
...for an invention to make life more comfortable.
Still...
...the cries of others go unheard.
...the hustle and busyness of life keeps us indifferent.
...our roads are paved with good intentions that are never acted upon.
Still...
...we want more.
...we want achievement.
...we want power.
...we want prestige.
...we want others to notice - "Hey! I'm here..."
Still...
...we look everywhere.
...we seek and don't find.
...we ask and don't receive.
Still...
...we don't think.
...maybe we have it all, but not know it.
...maybe we've looked in all the wrong places.
...we've looked to the right.
...we've looked to the left.
...we've looked down.
...but have we ever tried looking up? ...still.
Written by: Teresa Trotter
Copyright © Teresa Trotter | Year Posted 2016
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