Waiting on God

I often wonder if primitive man,
Ever pondered upon God's holy plan.
As he gazed on stars high in the sky
Did he to himself, often wonder why.

Why am I here, what is the twist?
For what purpose, do I exist.
Or was he too busy trying to survive,
Battling the odds to stay alive.

But as time rolled on, man still wondered why,
As knowledge grew great and thinking wide,
The same old question's plagued so many men
Who have been so clever, and great with pen.

Greater minds than mine, have asked the same,
When thinking on a higher plane,
Giant thinkers such as these, possessing many high degrees,
Their reasoning has come to nought, as in vain the answers sought.

Peasants, scholars, savants, all, so many of the greatest minds.
Have tried this question to unwind.
And found as I have all to true , the answers not there for me and you.
So live life daily as best you can, til God reveals his Holy Plan.