THE ANSWER

Sometimes we feel
So full of ourselves
And every answer is
Within tongues reach
We understand
And hypothesize
and problem solve
We surround ourselves
with things
We void ourselves of love
We arm ourselves
Against each other
We wrestle daily
with our brother

Sometimes we feel
 so tall,so gigantic
That the small earth
prostrates at our feet
And  the rich dirt
No longer seems
 to meet
the criteria
for our body
We own the very breath
we breathe
And despise our Father
Who breathed in us
Life
Forever


We create reasons
For everything
We ignore reasons
for everything
And  chance
And consequence
Do not beg
explanations
From Big brains
nor Big Bangs
Which overlook
The purest solutions
When knees bend
And hearts ascend
To commune
With the Creator

The answer
to it all