Why

Our short and mortal life

Is full of joy and full of strife.

Both the evil and the good

Make sense when it is understood

That we as creatures do not last

And time is winding down so fast.

We’d rather lash out at the skies

Than face the fact of our demise.

We’d rather blame the God of grace

Than recognize our earthly place.

But if we can accept that we

Are here just temporarily,

Death becomes less of a shock

And we can finally take stock.

We’ll see that every breath’s a gift,

Which should our saddened spirits lift.

For when you know that you will end,

You’re free to finally suspend

The need to have explained to you

Why things go down the way they do.

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