Why do we tell stories,
Read them, write them,
Illustrate them,
Listen to them,
Report them
Debate them
Share them
Set them to music, to dance
Question, believe them,
Dream them,
Envision them.
Are they the background
Or the foreground of our lives
Give meaning,
Hide meaning,
Provide context for community
Or reason for loneliness
Each a leaf in the endless forest
Of our history
Rustled by a breeze God breathed.
Maybe to dance
Maybe to fall.