Contemplations

I wonder by what decree this life of mine began

apart from loving parents and procreation’s plan;

each gave to the foundation of the place wherein I dwell

but, from whence came, I, occupant spirit that abides?

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One main question ever smoulders in my mind:

is there a point perchance to our sublime design?

A little lower than the angels mankind is said to be

I ask the question of such a mystery.

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Humanity can rise to such lofty heights,

compose great music, create splendorous works of art;

yet inbuilt flaws will plunge mankind at times

to iniquitous depths, even to annihilating our own kind.

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Since grains of sand turn back the ocean’s might,

and oil and water naturally do not mix;

could not some slight correction of design

endow us humans with some similar balancing line?

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Even as I pose such controversial thoughts,

insight informs me that just cannot be…

to rob us humans of free will’s choice

would make us puppet-like, manipulated things.

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There has to be a loftier plane, I muse,

a quest worldwide that all humanity can pursue;

some inner message confirms this could be true

as each day passes and I reach out to you.

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Dennis Crompton © 1995

(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)