I wrote the following poem on a plane coming home from a
vacation. Even after such a sweet time on a trip with my wife, I couldn’t help
the nagging thoughts as we flew home, the lingering hopes concerning pregnancy.
30,000 feet above the earth, with Paige asleep on my shoulder, it was one of
those moments of loneliness. I wondered to myself if we would ever get to
experience the joys and pains of bringing a child into this world. I wondered
if I would ever get the opportunity to help a life to start. And if not, I was
asking why...
"Have You Ever"
Have you ever
Sought for just a mite of gold --
Fought with all your might to hold --
But lost your mind while grasping
Asking why?
Have you ever
Blown your lid over little flings
Kept your cool through bigger stings
Known God's will without grasping
Asking why?
Have you ever
Felt real pain in happiness
Laughed amidst the loneliness
Fell down face first grasping
Asking why?
Have you ever
Helped a life to start
Heard a beating heart
Held a small hand grasping?...
I'm asking, "Why?"
~David
~David
