Personal Ponderings
Eternal soul you say,When did we begin, was it on a certain day?
Or, was it in the beginning,
When the world was spoken into form and being?
Believing, existing, seeing.
Were we there in the Creator's space,
In his mind, in his powerful embrace?
Are we just made inside a womb
And do we die only to lie inside the tomb?
What is a soul; where is the spirit?
Are we not mortal only lasting a minute?
In the view of infinite time and age,
Are we just a word on a written page?
Are we the granuals on a beach of thought?
Or, are we the the purpose for all that's not
within our viewing?
Are we the volcano's fiery spewing?
Do we burn inside the flesh?
Are we here to form and mesh
To make humanity reality and then
When did my personality begin?
Are we circles, bubbles of life
Floating above a double edged knife?
Will we burst when time stands still
When all air is gone and God's had his fill?
I guess I'll know when the time is right
But for now, I'll just remain a sprite.
Kathy Lockhart
11/08/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 04:40
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