Questions dot across my thoughts
like the stars across the sky.
Patterns form into guiding lights,
constellations of paths well worn.
Many are the stars of inquiry,
few are the answers revealed.
A twinkle of hope bids me gaze
yet longer within the dark.
Answers lie not within
the source of the questions.
Answers wait to be revealed
by the One who created the sky.
Look not to the troubles for the solution.
Look not to the pain for the healing.
Gaze upon the One who created the sky.
He waits to shine the Light beyond the darkness.