As we go through our lives
Questions come to us,
Come to us in many ways,
So we need to find the answers.
Or do we?
Maybe those answers
Are better unanswered,
And remain hidden
As we move through this wonderful life,
That life where we have arrived,
Arrived at this moment in time .
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This came as a result of a discussion I was having with a friend a few days ago.
- Category: Reflection
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Often we don't know what questions to ask - fine write Andy.
Very true Michael - now what is your name?
Good write Gold.
I'm doing a short study book: 'Questions God asks' with Bible passages. Seeking to discover why He asks anything, seeing as he already knows everything!
On a light note - if we knew everything, we would ALL win the Lottery! heehee.
Thanks Orchi.
ANGELA HERE - Buongiorno Uncle ANDY ! Love Italian Opera it is such a beautiful Romance Language. I still have a lot of unanswered questions and I hope to get some more answers after we are married in April - especially those in relation to Labour & Motherhood !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian 🧡💙🧡💙🧡
Questions are always there. The only person that can answer the questions about motherhood is the mother of the child as everyone is different, which is how it should be.
Andy
Some questions we ask cannot be answered, but a faith in something more keeps us upright.
At least we are asking questions rather than accepting 'stuff' from some old book.
Is faith blind. I don't know. But my faith keeps me alive with a wholesome hope.
I totally agree with you d a, we know that we have a similar mindset about our individual faiths and it seems to work for us.
Andy
"Or do we?", you know, I'm still not sure.
That is the beauty of life, do we want to know the answers or not, in my long life I am glad that some questions were not answered - on the other hand I wish I knew the answers to others - life is a paradox which can make it so wonderful.
I agree that it can become wonderful through unexpected situations. Life is strange isnt it. I'll keep your words in mind my friend.
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