Week 22 – Answer #1

The Fact-Finding Mission

I stand,

A small, gritty piece of the puzzle,

Shouting at the top of my voice.

I ask the questions:

Who am I? Who are we? Why are we here?

I think I even shake a fist at the sky.

I shade my eyes from the sun, looking past the clouds and planets

I wait.

The day turns to night, and my shouting turns to a whisper.

I am on my knees praying.

I look wide-eyed into the blanket of darkness that shimmers with gem-like pinpoints of light.

I wait.

At day break, I grab my cup of coffee and blurt my questions again.

I rub my eyes and gaze into the pinkening horizon.

I tweak my ears into prime listening position.

And I wait.

I never wonder how long I will wait.

I never realize that life is passing me by as I wait.

I am steadfast while I wait.

One day, as I lay.

My gray and wrinkled body takes its last breath.

I smile at the face of God before me.

I have finished my race

And God says to me:

Here is your answer.