I want answers

 

I want the answers

really

I do

I want the answers and I want them now

 

why do bad things happen to good people?

why do I do the things that I do not want to do?

(Me and Paul)

Why are people so blind

(I almost said stupid)

sometimes?

 

Why  is the sickness

and pain?

 

I want the answers

I want certainty

 

but the Sacred dances

around me

and in me

and suggests

 

quite politely you know

that what I need is wonder

 

That I need to stand in the midst of the uncertainty

and notice

the ever present Divine

 

I need to wonder at the beauty 

of a sunrise so beautiful it cannot be believed

I need to wonder at the beauty of God's love

and live with

the question of

how God 

could love me the way God does

I need

to stand in awe before

that which is beyond me

yet within me

and which I will never truly understand

God knows

I think

that if I thought I had all the answers

I would be insufferable

I wonder