01-28-2026, 02:58 AM
Why am I here?
What is my purpose
In a universe
So big
Its presence
Forces me to my knees
I sit in a field
Where the wind
Murmurs in the grass
And the birds laugh
And the trees applaud,
All of them
A patient audience
As I question my place
In this world;
They don’t pry
After a while
I look up
And the stars cry out in the silent night
And ask me to listen
They say
The beauty of the universe
Would pass quietly by
Without me.
They tell me
That I was one of them
Long ago
I see my reflection
In them
As I look up,
My eyes windows
Illuminating my heart
With the moon’s light
And I cry
Because they are right
And the heavens
Cry with me
In their own way
I think
But I don’t cry
For too long
And how could I
Because when I look around
The universe takes away
My breath
Once again.
What is my purpose
In a universe
So big
Its presence
Forces me to my knees
I sit in a field
Where the wind
Murmurs in the grass
And the birds laugh
And the trees applaud,
All of them
A patient audience
As I question my place
In this world;
They don’t pry
After a while
I look up
And the stars cry out in the silent night
And ask me to listen
They say
The beauty of the universe
Would pass quietly by
Without me.
They tell me
That I was one of them
Long ago
I see my reflection
In them
As I look up,
My eyes windows
Illuminating my heart
With the moon’s light
And I cry
Because they are right
And the heavens
Cry with me
In their own way
I think
But I don’t cry
For too long
And how could I
Because when I look around
The universe takes away
My breath
Once again.

