A.H. Browning

The Less I Understand


And God said, “Let there be”…
Therein a weak and fragile miracle was born
Premature, too early and destined for dust
Born in uneasy hope of much life


I shall never remember 
Don’t know how I held on
Loved and encouraged
To just breathe and be strong


This path, not ever easy
Hardly makes that much sense
Why give life to frail hope
When the outcome is chance


The older I become
The less I understand
Is there purpose, or reason
While some perish, yet I am


Maybe I shouldn’t question
My heart beats with this life
Why there’s goodness and promise
Through warm days and dark nights


Reasoning can never solve this
And I may never, yet see
Why God imagined my curious life
And spoke the words, “Let There Be”