Mysteries of Life

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  • MLynna
  • is unsure if the poetry I've written lately is too angsty/private/poorly written to post or not. Hmmmm.

Mysteries of Life

Some things are a mystery, and we'll never know
Sometimes we just have to believe and let go
Some things we will never fully understand
Sometimes we have to accept, and not comprehend
This life isn't about our satisfaction or comfort
We have to accept the facts even when they hurt
When they don't make sense, the death of a friend
The sighing last breath as life reaches its end
The loss of a baby, a violent terrorist attack
Even when you have joy, confusion strikes back
Why can't you just make up your mind?
What's the answer you try so hard to find?
So how do we go through life with uncertainty?
How can I survive with these questions in me?
Well, I have a confidence in one greater than life
In someone whose power surpasses all strife
I have a hope that's greater than despair
When upward I look and I see Him there
In heaven on high, He's reigning over all
Then I know He is there whenever I fall
I know He holds me through thick and thin
Through it all I have confidence in Him

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breezes commented on Mysteries of Life

09-18-2009

This is great! I like the "life isn't about our satisfaction or comfort" - but it's hard to really act on. Why don't you use end marks on most of your lines? You might consider adding a period or two here or there to separate your thoughts.

MLynna

09/21/2009

I guess I just don't really think about it... Although I might subconsciously think of the end of the line as the end of a thought if I'm writing flow of consciousness. Not sure.

jscottkemp commented on Mysteries of Life

09-17-2009

"The sighing last breath as life reaches its end" ... poignant line. "...someone whose power surpasses all strife" ...another good line

MLynna

09/17/2009

I'm glad you like my wordsmithing. :)

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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