Dear Life

Oh, Life, a canvas of contradictions, a tale of strife, I pose my questions to you, in search of meaning and life. Why do the wicked thrive, while the righteous fade? Why does evil reign, while goodness is oft betrayed? Why must we toil for sustenance, and pay for earth's delight? The land, the water, the air – gifts of nature's might. Yet, we purchase them, as if they were commodities rare, A paradox of plenty, in a world beyond compare. Why do tears fall like rain, and hearts break with pain? Why do we harbor hate, and struggle to love in vain? Why does wealth wield power, while poverty's voice is hushed? What of the marginalized, the vulnerable, and the crushed? Why do disabilities afflict, and suffering beset? Why does darkness prevail, and evil's presence is met? I plant seeds of hope, but nothing seems to grow, A barren landscape, where dreams wither and go. Oh, Life, your mysteries are profound, your ways unclear, Yet, in the questioning, I search for truth, and hold on dear. Perhaps in the silence, an answer will resound, A whisper of wisdom, that echoes all around.