Those of us alive enough to question
and healthy enough to imagine,
now and then ask, "Why are we here?"

To work? To serve? To preach?
To love, to bear, to go?
Some, weary of the mystery, make up the answer.
To laugh.
To play.
To strive.
To lie.
To wait for death . . . . 

Among the throng of seeking, dying humanity,
a lowly few ask a Waiting God, and
hear the unimagined answer to, "why we are here." 

In the end, the entire intricate history of man
will fall away as a mere second of unimportance when we see at last
~~~~~ in all His majesty ~~~~
the One who is Eternal, Jesus Christ,
for whom all humanity was created
and whose sole purpose is to adore Him.

Of the vast millions who carve their personal history on
the lasting monument of their choices,
there will rise a few, the precious hidden few,
who learned what it was all about . . .
the worship of God.

Copyright © 2001 Martha Kilpatrick