I wonder, did the Source of life
bestow upon us
a kind of being
just to pass the time?
*
And did this Source vary in us
our depth of being
inbuilt with flaws
to keep us all in line?
*
If we perchance
be merely accidental,
how come we feel, intense
humanly compassionate
and search the heavens
with hope beyond the confines
of our earthly realm?
*
Must all we are
be locked into a future,
unseen … unsure … which draws us
with shifting anticipation …
and in the process,
miss the purpose
of our being … which
flashing by robs all meaning
from our common clay?
*
Dennis Crompton © 1996
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
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