Mystery

by Nancy Reas

When I was young
I couldn’t stand not knowing
the answers
to life, to death.
There must be a knowable answer.

Now I am comfortable
almost
with Mystery.
I do not need to understand
God
the universe
the whys and hows and what ifs.

I only need to stand
alone
my face to the night sky
my hands at my side
accepting that I do not comprehend it all.

What I do know is
that I am loved
and I love
not because I should
but because I can do nothing else.

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