What It Means To Exist

I have always asked myself what it means to exist and laugh in this very brief and mysterious tale that we simply call life... fearing the force of an unexpected gale; there a few lucky ones and the ones who aren't, continue their journey... hoping in Divine Mercy, never tripping on stones! Brighten up, sky and show us a resplendent light after long darkness; get rid of every cloud and reveal His merciful face that has more compassion and kindness than the wretched living who lack zeal! There won't always be sunshine through the days we'll be living, don't believe that when it rains the heart is saddened and cries, instead thank God because so many flowers will grow giving us more joy, more smiles: will our hope keep on growing? Look further up, a beautiful rainbow after the flight of a gentle dove can be seen across the bluest and widest sky, aren't its lovely colors wonderfully painted by that invisible hand above? I have always asked myself what it means to exist and laugh in this universe that is vaster than the senses that limit us, not our vision; what will be the wonders awaiting us and thrilling us?