Meaning of Life

What, the meaning of this sorrow

Where tomorrow wears a veil

And the fantasies we borrow

Are distorted with travail

What, the meaning of the hour

That can drain youth’s lithesome stride

With naught but morn’s newborn flower

And its grave on eventide

What, the meaning of this hunger

That no treat can satisfy

While our looking back grows longer

As time dwindles its supply

What, the meaning of this flicker

Soon it fades in Farewell’s seal

In a sepulcher of echoes

That nobody can repeal

What the meaning, oh my darling

Of each kiss, each tear, each sigh

That, in the grand-scape of living

Always leads us to good-bye

What, the meaning of these seasons

Veneer on earth’s earthy scrim

Ah, the Giver grants the reason

It is our means back to Him

© Janet Martin

If we think life is not worth its strife and plod

We under-estimate Heaven, my love

And oh, we under-estimate God