A Triumphant Life
Has life been a ruse, is every moment spent, a battle to lose, as death arrives,
Is there more to fantasy in most lives, this to aid in a continuation that thrives?
What is the true meaning of life, why we are here, is it purposeful, each season,
Should we accept hours of the day, months of the year, having rhyme or reason?
Should we all feel so very blessed, so honored by life, immeasurably revered,
As some situations seem to persist, each day, as a terrible quest, so feared?
Must we understand that life is a chance, to be here alone, only circumstance,
Could we be chosen by our progenitor, every mother's child known in advance?
Are all molecular structures, each atom, part and parcel of the entire universe,
Our own origins to be traced, from afar, as we search and discover in reverse?
Did we not evolve, as most mysteries are left to solve, yet, created, to rehearse,
Must there not be a grand and benevolent creator of it all, to fulfill each verse?
This precious breath of life, each receives at birth, a most welcoming greeting,
The smallest insects, the reptiles, all birds, fish, and mammals, a life meeting.
A right to life, to live and to breathe, the creatures one and all, In their entirety,
Given this rarest gem, each blessed variety, are structured well in their society.
Life's essence, the spark that ignites our beginnings, showered upon each,
As with our first breath to our last gasp, a beautiful endurance we beseech.
Our maker, on whom we depend, with open arms receives us, all love to send,
Confirming for all time, our beginning, not an end, a meaning to comprehend.
