For doors exist for which there is no key.
Existence shrouded within mystery.
We ponder how to live: for Good and Bad
We know in part: and that uncertainly.
Earth answers not. The thundering oceans mourn
For progeny condemned even when born.
It seems a curse that Death must take us all
Our little lives are bright: but quickly shorn.
If Life is labyrinthine with its snares
That take the unwitting soon unawares
What Light ‘cept Light Divine can light the way
Through dark ways buried under pain and cares?