Poems (Rumell)/Why?
WHY?
Oh that eternal question, older than you or I,That begins and ends, with that one word-Why!Why- that cosmic call, that comes to you and me;Found in all God's handiwork, earth, sky and sea?
Why that soul hunger, the pull on the silver cordThat seems to connect with some vast starry hordeOf Infinite power? Why that grosser material senseThat makes all that is spiritual to us seem so dense?
Why-are years of ones life, spent in shallows and pain?Why not let go; when by holding there seems little to gain?Why-in life's battle, when the will seems to grow old,Let go in the struggle: do we find, the soul keeps it's hold?
Why-must man wade through so much mud, so much mire,To find his spiritual selfhood, all that is higher?Why-does man think to gain the Christ thot he must die?My soul in grieved ignorance, crys out Why? Oh Why?