My wonderful wife wrote this poem after being perplexed by a childhood parent friend who came over to visit in regards to her cancer. The woman is religious and said some "toned" things that my wife did not digest well. After weeks of loosing sleep, finally one night she penned this beauty.
Knowing that flowers produce seeds, as do the weeds
and the rainbow is illusion, though beautiful indeed...
wouldn't it seem that Life has no "why" but for to live it?
It has no meaning but what you give it?
by - Holly Young Carstensen
I wonder what this forum has to say on her diagnosis. From an agnostic raised Mormon married to an atheist....fighting cancer, finding peace in the ever long question. Touche.