Day Three: Why


Do we breathe
to hurt?
to live?
to hide?

Do we live
to try?
to be?
to die?

Ah, the big question:
What is the meaning of life?
What is the purpose of all our pain,
all our strife?

There’s a little girl crying in the corner,
so lost,
so broken.
Why does she live?

To hurt?
To break?
To die?
Ah, the misfortunes of life:
The struggles, the pain.
Do we have worth?
Are we meaningless?
Do our good deeds mean

Why live?
Why breathe?
Why try?
We’re all going to die.

Ah, the hard questions in life:
We too often fail to see the simplicity.
Little girl in the corner,
she’s loved by an unfathomable love.

Isn’t it amazing
how the Creator of the heavens, the earth, the galaxies
thought the world needed one of you, too?
Don’t cry, little girl in the corner.
Your purpose is so much greater than this.
Your life holds so much more meaning than this.
Your soul is so much more precious than this.
You’re so much stronger than this

with the Creator of the heavens, the earth, the galaxies on your side.



Author: Misty

Why hello there. :) I'm Misty, a Christian writer, photographer, and violinist. The most likely places to find me are at the beach or the library, or maybe curled up somewhere clacking away at an old typewriter.

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