By: Laurie M. Pinkley What is there to live for? He asked as the flowers bloomed around him in Spring. As the baby birds hatched in the trees As the sun burst forth from the clouds. What is there to live for? He asked as he held a newborn baby As his brother played ball with him As his parents watched him grow with pride. What is there to live for? He demanded as Summer swept over the meadow As the schools got out and everyone played As the summer sun tanned the ground in warming light. What is there to live for? He demanded as he talked with his friends As he looked through his photo albums of memories As he prepared to go back to school. What is there to live for? He shouted as he got a good grade in his favorite class As he played on his favorite instrument As he enjoyed gazing at his favorite color. What is there to live for? He shouted as the leaves celebrated their lives in vibrant colors As the brisk wind playfully danced with the floating cascades of leaves As animals prepared for winter months. What is there to live for? He sighed as he wrote in his journal As he e-mailed his friends online As he read from his Bible. What is there to live for? He sighed as the sky turned smoky As the unique snowflakes fell As the snowmen were built. And he cried. While God whispered: why? 2007 Hasn’t God shown us the millions of things to live for? |