why?

where did all my questions come from?

in this mysterious world, I take pleasure in wondering

I sit down numbering my questions but they just keep on coming

I find joy in the journey

for the answer is not always satisfying

Don't fear big questions

"it's too early to be asking questions like that"

if not now- WHEN?

I'd rather inquire now than wait & be too late

my questions aren't for the lazy

It takes deep thought to ask not only respond

they go beyond- breaking the mold we're told is there to keep us safe

I respond to everyithign with "why" like a 5 year old

Call me childish, but it's the one who becomes a kid again who's entering the Kingdom

Be the kid who survived

the artist, poet, creative

THE WONDERER
I'm a child of God, yes I am