Life

Life

Life is life
it seems to have it own rules,
there are times when suffering comes,
others when happiness blooms,
both are passing,
so is health,
beauty,
wealth for most,
if not,
it often brings more sorrow than joy,
yet we love and cling to it so.

If all things are passing,
the good and the bad,
our very lives,
our loved ones also temporary;
what is it that we cling to,
for we live in a sea,
an ocean of temporality,

yet it seems we have a center;
an observer,

what is it that observes,
remembers,
prays,
loves and gives,
caring often for those who cannot return(?);
finding more joy in loving others
than gold and precious gems,

perhaps we do have a soul
and in caring,
loving,
we draw close to the mystery of God