I am guessing that one day my son will begin asking the big questions. When he does, I hope that some of the insights I’ve gained along the way will be of use to him. The only way most such questions can really be answered is via metaphor.
Rain
One day you may ask,
“What is all this?”
I will tell you,
as best I understand.
This is a stream
fed by rains that fell
from the stars.
We all are streams,
rolling sliding gliding
toward distant waves.
Some tumble from cliff tops;
some roar down craggy canyons;
some cascade over boulders;
some carve out wide valleys;
some slide quietly across grassy plains.
All converge merge and surge
into one another, blending
forever into something new.
But wait.
Perhaps these images
have made you think of water.
Think more…
Light.
We rained down from the stars.
