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?
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