Many times I have wondered, what is the story behind this person? What is the reason for this situation? Sometimes I have let myself make up a story just to sate my curious desire, sometimes I have been forced to face the person and ask for reasons I have no business knowing about, but I can’t help it, not in any way I know.
So as I sit at the Village Square watching the people celebrate I begin to wonder again what the reason behind the twist is in the turn of the dancer is. The wisdom in the mind of the wise man everyone is looking up to? The passion of the king and king’s men? I moved on with no answers but still never stopped guessing.
As I sat in the bus and looked at everyone I wonder again what is the reason for the twinkle in the eye of that happy girl holding a doll, the flash in the smile of that glad beggar, the grimace on the face of the saddened mother looking at the stocks in front of her without hope of selling much, the fire in the soul of the madman who is half naked. I still didn’t get my answer, I closed my eyes to stop my soul from searching for more answers but as I went on my questions grew the more!
What is the reason behind the;
Tears of all those who have cried.
The step of each foot that still marches.
The hand given freely to shake.
The regret of he who hath squandered.
The creations of all those who make.
The whisper in the words softly spoken.
The chill in the spine of the scared.
The gifts that are given as tokens.
The courage of those that have dared.
The challenge that lay there before us.
The hurt in a heart that once loved.
The sound of a heavenly chorus.
The push in the back of the shoved.
The thoughts of the pre planning thinker.
The day that has yet to come.
The lie, bought and sold hook, line and sinker.
The passage of all those now gone.
The freedom that’s paid with a steep price.
That costs so much more than gold.
These REASONS should all make us think twice Or else granted power shall become uncontrollable.
Let the mighty one fear tomorrow, Let them heed the demands and needs of the poor. Let them see that to serve is a privilege. Let them re-find their humanity. Sit not idle in the face of injustice. Sit not quietly accepting greed. Sit not placid while a storm rages onward DESTROYING what we’re meant to be.
Stand for all of the fallen. Stand up to that which appalls. Stand tall for all of the lowly. Answer your conscience’s call. Let these REASONS trigger so much. Live for those who are dying. Live for those yet to come. Live with a love for the living. Until your last day come.
And so I ask one final question.
What is the reason behind our living today? Anyone with the answer?