The Question Mark

The Question Mark

I remember, as a child, listening intently to adult conversations.
Guess I was what they call a "nosey" child, but in reality, just an indication
That this would fill me in on many things I did not know.
This was a habit wherever I may be at the moment, or anyplace I'd go.

In fact, I must have been a thorn in many people's sides because
I didn't cull the questions, and I had no curtailing limit laws.
I was considered one little nosey child, a curious, obnoxious "question mark."
Many inquiries were esoteric and scientific questions that few knew from the start.

I was middle aged before I finally began to put it all together.
The questions I asked, the deacons and church elders considered almost never;
They were things we weren't meant to know. I could not accept their words,
And I wondered years later if they ever wondered, themselves. Or if the never even heard.

I suspect curious minds sometimes give up in their sincere search
For some truths, and knowledge is never discussed in church.
I can understand in some limited way why it's done this way,
But when the seeker refuses to give up, God sends a special angel to point the way.

When you can finally line up answers to most of your question marks,
It fills a void that was waiting, and your life escapes the dark.
I'm positive I have many truths and lessons yet to learn,
But I know the teaching will be given, so I need not concern

Myself with "if" but rather how and when, so I stay aware,
Knowing that the needed answers will always be there.
I doubt my question marks will ever become exclamation marks
Indicating an end to my questions. There will always be questions in my heart.