Why?

I soared among feathery white clouds,
no souls up there except on the plane.
So–where’s God?
I know He’s somewhere.

God existed before up and down,
before from here to there;
His boundless energy created
the universe, but–
why?

God pierced the blackness
to forge our sun–Sol,
so His cosmic energy can flow
like a meandering river,
searching an answer to–
why.

Earth absorbs it, transforms it
into tiny galaxies of star dust
micro-universes in all of us;
leaving His cosmic energy
pumping in our veins,
along with wondering–
why?

It leaves a yearning of You and me,
a soulful union, an eternal dialogue
with the Creator to answer–
why?

His cosmic energy instills knowledge
to our brains and ideas on how;
but an imbalance remains
more like a seesaw,
each side pumping up,
and bracing for down
And when up, they sing–

“Come Back to Me.”