A Reason Greater More

We aren’t here for no reason or rhyme,

Simply to pass some allotted time.

There must, I think, be a purpose grand,

That we now only faintly understand,

Else, I can’t see any good reason why

We take birth here, live, and then die.

There ought to be, I feel I’m sure,

A reason that’s greater much more,

Making our stay here for the time lent

More than chance or a mere accident.