Poem: Questions

Questions
By: Joi Maree Flowers

Sometimes I question
My purpose
Of why life
As it is now
Is
Void of all of my desires

And I wonder

Why were my gifts given to me so easily
But attaining the success that is to come from them
Is anything other than a quick ride up the escalator

Then I think

About He who choose me
To be as I am
Who blessed me
As He did

Then I stop

And realize
That the bumps in the road
And the delay in crossing the street
And the anticipation of one day being in the grand moment of my arrival
All happen to strengthen and humble me

To accept that which is now
In order to embrace that which is to be

Then I vowed

Going forward
To no longer question Him

After all
His way is better than mine