There Is a Reason

There’s a reason. Fumbling hands seek. Wary eyes search for… Something to marvel. There’s a reason. Broken men chase freedom; Perfection lies unattainable. There’s a reason. Humanity calls to the sky, Begging confidence of the air Beneath metal wings. …Clever fools. Under the weight of it all, Something is bound to break. And yet, There’s a reason for it all. The strength of man is tested, Through adversity… Through humility… Through sickness, And the illusion of greatness. Purpose lies quietly At the door of the meek. Waiting for a true heart To capture it. There is a reason. -James Kelley 2012©