The Wise Child
I met a child once,
so young I knew not
if boy or girl, but so
wise I was compelled
to listen as the child
spoke to me of God,
my soul, and why we
live in a world of both
light and darkness,
kindness and hate.
'Ask me what you will,
and I shall answer all.'
So I asked the child
(feeling a bit foolish)
'Why am I here?
Why is there life?
Why must we die?'
And the little one
answered me, with
all the wisdom in
our vast Universe--
'Why not?'
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