The Free Gift of Life

Here I am
Standing on the land, on earth
hanging in space...


And then I ask myself whiles looking up to the clouds, the moon, the stars...
Where is this place? And what it life?


Where is this place that feet walk and birds fly and nature is beautiful...
Where is this place that men lie and are deceitful and can get away with their crimes? Where is this...?
Indeed where is this place? And what is life?


What is life when dreams are dreams and dreams can be real?
What is life when dreams are shattered and dreams can be stolen and sealed forever?
What is this...?
Indeed what is life?


I look up at the moon again,
tonight it's half, the other half of her face, hidden, shrouded in the darkness.


Then it hits me that only the sun, even though to me here is asleep, is actually awake blazing warmth and light and life to another part of this same earth I live on...


Only the sun's face, which we can't even fully gaze upon and appreciate and admire, constantly remains whole and is never eaten up in anyway, shape or form like the moon.
That's when I ask myself again... Where is this place? And what is life?


This place where we need to work hard and sweat in some way, shape or form just so we can partake in some form of life... Of lifestyle, a circle of livelihood.


And as the sweet breeze blows, and the grasshoppers chirp nearby in the grasses, my dogs bark and play around and occasionally wander close for a touch and then jog off to some form of adventure. They, like me, live in a world of our own. And still I ask myself... Where is this place...? And what is life?


We've come from ignorance into a progression, a civilisation, a oneness... or so it seems... A system of existence, of control... An accepted or unquestioned form and means of living... But still I ask, where is this place...? And what is life?


The people come and go
The sound of the music rise and fall
The mosquitoes bite, I pause, scratch the itch, rub my eyes and then proceed to explore, to fathom my air, the feeling, the mystery, the depth, the poetry, my quest, a search, the question, the philosophy... Where is this place...? And what is life?


Maybe tonight I shall stop.
But tomorrow I will continue...
Until then, this I know. This I have made my peace with...
The Ultimate, the Unquestionable, the Alpha, the Omega, the Author, the Architect...
He sits back and admires his design, his creation and says to Himself... to my hearing...
This is the free gift of life.
And then a tear forms in my eyes but doesn't drop.
And before I get up to leave, I leave this food for thought... Where is this place...? And what is life? If not a gift, all of it, a free gift. The free gift of life from Him who is unquestionable.
At ease.