Existence

As the world spins
does it shed sins?
Making wrongs right
all day and night?
Are problems solved
quickly absolved?
Do winds bring hope?
enough to cope?

Do all our fears,
and guilty tears,
grab hold and steer,
as gloom appears?
Do we throw hooks,
behave like rooks,
in little nooks,
exchanging looks?

Did we invent
outer intent?
A force to blame
for inner shame?
If we decide
to look inside,
what will we find
along with pride?

A tiny light,
twinkles at sight,
a brilliant force,
connecting source.
A silent bell
we know too well,
guides and compels,
within our cells.

– Grace Y. Estevez -Reddy