MYSTERIES OF LIFE: AH, Sweet mystery of life, at last I found thee, Ah I know at last the secret of it all; all the longing striving, seeking, waiting, yearning, The burning hopes, the joys and idle tears that fall! For ’tis love and love alone, the world is seeking; And it’s love and love alone that can reply; ’tis the answer, ’tis the end and all of living, For it is love alone that rules for aye! – Rida Johnson Young
How does a bird know to fly south for the winter?
Or a squirrel o stash nuts away in a hole in a tree?
How do salmon know to swim upstream to spawn?
And why do some whales beach themselves?
How do the Monarch butterflies know to migrate and stop off in Pismo California?
Why does toast always fall buttered-side down?
How do new mothers of kittens and pups know to remove the sac and how do the newborn babies know instinctively to go to their mother’s teats for nourishment?
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound?
Why does the phone ring as soon as I am in the bathroom? Or after I have locked the front door to go somewhere? How do animals know when an earthquake is about to happen? which came first–the chicken or the egg?
Ah, sweet mysteries of life–isn’t it what makes life so interesting?
- When I first wrote this poem, in 2009, I included a paragraph about Rida Johnson Young – while going through my poetry files, I wondered who Rida Johnson Young was. She was an American playright, songwriter and librettist** Rida wrote over 500 songs and over thirty plays–I learned all of this from Google (there is a lot more!) – but sadly, in 1926 Rida died at the age of 51 after a long struggle with breast cancer.