Lessons Learned

I was once too young to know how.

That’s what school is for mother, father,

and teachers told me. Will things be better,

will things I need come to me if I learn

my alphabet, learn my times tables,

memorize all the dates of history? Will

my life be better, will good things come

to me? Will I be recognized for knowing

what the sun means to Earth, what Earth

in turn provides me? What does war and

famine mean? Is there murder and justice

for a reason? When you tell me that an all

powerful God works in mysterious ways

does that mean everything eventually will

be okay? I have spent days, weeks waiting

for some answers. Will they come too

late? Where did grandpa go when he died?

Have I been told a lie? Will I go to hell

when I tell one too? Who am I, who are

you? Is this it? Is this how we learn to live

each day; is this how we learn to die?

Chris Hanch 7-19-18