It Is

poem

 

It is

 

When the empty void became sentient.

Though how or when it did, nobody knows,

 then all creation was imminent.

From nothingness came everything that grows.

 

From nothingness all matter came to be

It was created by a single thought.

Therefore it seems to follow logically

 Someone or something thought that thought.

 

Unless of course it was an accident

 as some philosophers accept

A pure random meaningless event.

I cannot prove them wrong but I suspect.

 

There is a plan beyond the scope of man.

Because we do not know we then create

 the finest explanations that we can

The subject’s still open to debate.

 

Is there a God omnipotent or not?

We have free will to choose what we believe

amongst the many options we have got

We seek the truth a goal we can’t achieve.

 

Our human minds unable to conceive.

 A single thought so vast in magnitude

that it contains all that we perceive

It still exists despite our attitude.

 

12-May-08

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I am a believer in the multiverse, the time space continuim is transcendental on the metaphysical plane. Frankly, and more simply put, I believe God had more than just one thought.

[Emily B]

This is absolutely grandiose in its stature. Beautiful words married to deep thought.

[TL Boehm]

you are the master of form poetry - not only because of your formidable vocabulary but also because of the rich message within the words. I found this one profound.

[ElJays Nicholas]

Amen, my beautiful friend! This is poetry which transcends time and space, and who we believe ourselves to be in this existence. There is purity beyond this world of conflict which embraces us, and we it when we become exhausted. We can ask ourselves what it is, or we can simply let it be, "It IS".....