The Answer
The ruins loom and leer
At travelers through here;
And still we push ahead
When all our hopes are dead.
Does anybody know
Whatever makes us go
Through all the doom and dust,
And why we think we must?
The answer’s in the rain,
The answer’s in the pain
Of every footsore mile;
We’ll learn it in a while.
The answer’s everywhere,
The answer’s in the air
And in the grass and sod--
Our journey reveals God.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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