The Questions That Resonate

The days are long, though not because of time nor the position of the sun.

Some seem hot though the air is cool, others cold though they blaze.

Years pass swiftly, as if swept away on a rushing river.

Sense and reason feel elusive in the seasons of life —

at least, when approached only from the vantage point of self.

But what if life is not solitary, but a tapestry — conjoined, interwoven?

What if our strand twists into the fibers of those before us and those to come?

What if in living, breathing, striving, we are already fulfilling our purpose by being?

What if, in our fierce search for meaning, we miss the answer?

What if we are not lost, but precisely where and when we are meant to be?

What if we are but broken tiles in the Grand Mosaic of Time,

each shaped by the Author’s hand?

What if we are not as separate as we thought?

What if more joins us than divides us?

What if beauty is missed because our task was to paint the shadows?

What if even the darkest shades on the Weaver’s Loom

are necessary threads in the cosmic design?

I offer no answers-only questions worth meditation.

The longer I live, the more I see that wisdom rests in asking

the right questions at the right time.

Once asked, they unravel gently,

as naturally as a cat stretching toward sunlight

on a worn leather chair.

The best questions open us,

make space for introspection,

and give the Spirit room to move within us.

Yes, life abounds with questions…

asked before, answered before…

yet each soul must ask them anew.

I stand by this: introspection, when yoked to the Spirit,

becomes a tool not for self-absorption,

but for self-reflection and holy meditation.

Just so y’all know. I stand by using those EM dashes here. Some things need room to breathe. As always be at peace and know, You Are Loved.