Were It So, Great Mysteries We'D Surely Miss

Were It So, Great Mysteries We'd Surely Miss Life flows through this world on a spree Like some massive beast on a ripping romp Good times and bad times, it so often sees Even ending, as the might of Fate does stomp! Across land and seas, fruitful crops grow Majestic beauty, Nature sends its greens Our world forever onward it goes and goes We are not truly in charge by any means! When wind, storm and rain beats our souls Hope rests and rides in the world to give Although we may cry at such saddened tolls We manage to carry on and happily we live! Our distant trek may not be all pure bliss Were it so, great mysteries we'd surely miss! Robert J. Lindley, 3-24-2016 Sonnet, on life , the world and Fate's mysterious paths.