The meaningful

She lurks on the side lines amazed and dismayed

and sometimes amused at how humans behave

when embroiled in life’s so many small things

that keep them distracted from the meaningful.

Yet too does the meaningful lurk in the shadows

always in hope of being found and discovered

and it waits and it waits, oh, how it waits

but it ages, you know, like we all do.

I wonder sometimes how it would be

if the meaningful died before being found

and how many would grieve and mourn the loss

when busy, so busy, with the small things.

Now small things exist; they do have a purpose,

but alone they become the “be and end all”

and create a sense of mere self-importance

in those who do not seek and discover.

But look in the shadows; feed the meaningful

and give to the small things enhanced purpose

so all of the things we do and will do

become plain and simply … meaningful!