Questions in Paradise

As I stand before the dark silhouette against a sunset sky,

My mind fills with awe at the sights before my eye.

I can only marvel at what abounds everywhere,

But the question remains, “What is my purpose here?”

 

The cool mountain breath flows gently through my sleeves.

My heart leaps and I tremble like quaking aspen leaves.

Majesty and beauty beyond compare,

But I find no answers in the cool mountain air.

Is it just an accident, or am I guided by the hand

Of a Master Artist, creator of this wondrous land?

 

The snow tipped peaks, the lush green meadows,

And the tall grass of the rolling prairie,

All provide solace and contentment to a soul that is weary.

But the question remains unanswered for me.

Is it all some random event,

Or by the Master’s hand have I been sent?

 

Blue-green spruce climb toward a snow-tipped peak,

Still what is the answer to the question I seek?

What is my purpose in this new and majestic land?

This garden fit for the gods, but free to all man?