Always lurking beneath the surface
Under all the pleasantries of how
And where and when and who
The question of all intention
Why do we eat applesauce with pork chops?
Why is the sky blue or grey?
Why can't we trust our politicians?
Why was I created this way?
Why doesn't he love me?
The silent questions we ask at night
Staring into the shadows
Created by light and mystery
Not always seeing what's before us
Focused instead on what's behind
God asked Job so long ago
Who are you to question why?
I created infinite diversity and free will
Including suffering and uncertainty
Each is beautiful down to the atom, love