Life’s Questions

When I was the tender age of five,
I asked my mother a question about life.
“I know I hear your voice, and I hear mine,
Were does my voice come from, it seems so sublime.”
Then of course my mom did retort,
She is not the comforting kind of sort.
“If you asked anyone they would think you were crazy”
So I decided hey, I know I will find out one day I’m not lazy.
I did talk to many who are a sage,
Even read the written page.
Of all the questions I have to ask,
How did we get here, I know it’s not by chance.
Now I read “Conversations with God”
It helped me confirm and figure it all out.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 26,2011
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