The Meaning of Life

A Poem By Elizabeth Anne // 1/1/2014

He crosses his arms
And hopes to die.
“What is life?”
He looks at the air for
An answer, and finds it.
He looks at the sky for
An answer, and finds it.
He looks at the ground for
An answer, and finds it.
He looks at the trees for
An answer, and finds it.
“For me…
To live is Christ,
To die is gain.”

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