A weird day and a somewhat weirder morning…
And as life was switching my normal routine,
This thought came to me unbidden.
The Answer Is…
In a brief flash of response,
What was the question?
If nothing, I’m a seeker of answers.
Ends of the earth in research,
Or as close as my own prayer time,
I seek answers.
Why? What? When? Where? How? Who?
Everything must have an answer, right?
The truth is different than my response.
Sometimes, I don’t even know what I should be asking about!
As I lay back down to store up some energy
The questions pounded the pillow with my head
What was I thinking about that maybe this was the response?
Maybe the answer comes with the remembering.
I can’t Google it. (Remember what you did before Google?)
I no longer have a library card, and I’m unsure where one is.
I’ve prayed about it, but I can’t find the question.
But I’m almost sure I know the answer.
What does AI say about it?
The question could be:
“What truth have I already discovered?”
Or perhaps:
“What have I known all along but needed to realize?”
Sometimes, we seek answers we already hold—wisdom is waiting for it to be acknowledged.
That’s the answer!
I know what I know, but I’ve been waiting for action.
It will force me to change my life
And I’m not sure that’s what I wanted.
I’ve seen too many react
As if their question was answered.
But the truth is different than their response
They function from a place of nothing,
And nothing is what they’re sure to get.
Then, this thought flowed from my center.
I’ve asked God to let me live to 100.
That’s 30 years in the future.
There’s time to make this happen.
Why? I have the answer.
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