THE MEANING OF LIFE, AND THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME

                      "THE MEANING OF LIFE

                                      AND

                THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME"


  Does God have a plan, what Is his plan, could this
  Be his experiment,          
  From our first breath, until our last breath, there 
  Is life in between.
  The mystery of why we are here Is perhaps overthought,
   What is this life,          
  We walk and dream, In this short existence, known 
  To us as forever.
  The meaning of life appears very simple, and not so 
   Confusing, dear one ,         
  Sit back and listen, as I give my heart felt thoughts 
  Of where we are and why.
  Watch the trees, see them dance against the unseen, 
  But softly felt breeze,           
  Do you believe what has been put before you and me, 
  Understand the gift.
  Love and laughter, pain and sorrow, must be a feeling 
  For all to know,           
  All that lives Is born to die, from the beginning of time, 
  We age and say goodbye.
  See the mountain and walk Its' path, step by step, time 
  Will pass into tomorrow,           
  The sky travels, It Is the clouds that guide the way, see all 
  Things that are dreamed.
  The ocean will be, after on this Earth you and I are but a
  Memory, Hear the ocean,           
  Put your feet Into the sandy beach, feel the sand, walk 
  Along the timeless shore.
  Touch another's heart, with the love and care that Is 
  Possessed bt you, reach out,         
   Let go of the tears of many years, with a forgiving smile 
  That lasts a lifetime.
  If we see the sunrise, will we see the sunset again the 
   Same day,            
  Are we blind, do we take for granted the beauty of our world.

  When It rains, do we cry about that which falls down upon us, 
  Do we wonder why,         
  Listen for the sound, take In the drops of life that take us 
  Way on down the road.
  The meaning of life, and the world according to me, Is from 
  Inside all that this man May see,
  God has laid these truly wonderous things before us, to see, 
   To dream all that can Be.

                              Keith Garrett

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