The rain asks a question from the heavens

Not for man to answer but for man to live

If there is happiness, may we enjoy it

How strange to beg permission from the world

When the question rains from heaven. 

When our work here completes will we know the validity of a heart

Or merely tally checked boxes 

Wife kids house job 

Was she loved with a passionate strength

Did they go freely into the world 

When did house become home

A job is not identity.

If you were only commanded to be happy, 

Could you do it? Go, and be happy for there is only joy.


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