How long will they wonder

I recently wrote a poem. This piece was inspired by the thought that many people the world over are happy with not knowing where they come from, or even where they are going. Most times when you see that they have been trying to supress such questions is when they are old and affraid to die. Finding answers to these questions is like finding forever, for God is forever.

Here is the peice enjoy.

A Perpetual Wonder

Amid the water wars a wave was borne

With the innate ability to move on

Now tossed and blown by the wind, another it forms

Oblivious of its father, thus to nothing it conforms

It sets on a harmonious voyage

Origins unknown likewise the end of age

Yet the wave grows and ultimately matures

Having been everywhere life seems much more

Than the aimless wandering and the liquid tours

And the wave enters a rocky shore

A swift wind carries it to its demise

All left then is the perpetual wonder

Of whether there was much else to realize

Or perhaps life was all that and no other

Only if it had known the Father

Never would there have been a lonely wander

It would have served its purpose

Like the beautiful color turquoise

It does nothing more than to be a lovely color

But many beings lose their collar

That grounds them to their meaning

And keeps them at their master’s reach

For everything with an end, someplace sits its beginning

The knowledge of the beginning has made the poor rich.

By: Loyiso Bikitsha