My question

A poem in tercets

 

My question.

 

There is a question I must pose

In the vain hope that someone knows

 Who’s willing to enlighten me.

 

Before my birth where would I be

This question always puzzles me

 and when I die where do I go.

 

 I have asked priests who hesitate

 to answer me, they vacillate.

 Because in truth they do not know.

 

 

They quote their Holy Book to me

 But I have looked and cannot see.

The answer that I seek to find.

 

Why is it that they pretend to know

from whence I came and where I go.

 And yet they will not answer me.

 

My question is a simple one

I make it clear to everyone.

But no one seems to understand.

 

The truth is what I seek to know

 From whence I came where do I go.

Will somebody please answer me.

 

20-Nov-08

 

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Reviews

[Ladysue]

What I love about this poem the most is that it questions. If you don't have questions, you don't search for the answers, the truth as only you will come to know it. Sometimes though, I think that continuous searching or searching forever is almost like a fear to commit to something any one thing and I think sometimes we are afraid it may not be the right way. I loved this piece. Very thought provoking on many levels. Great work!

[David Lewis Paget]

There is a crane on the edge of a wharf. In the morning, the crane driver arrives, hops into the cabin and starts pulling levers. The crane revs up and responds to his commands all day, but there is a set limit to the time for all this activity. At the end of the day, the sun starts to set so the crane driver hops out of the cab and heads off home, where he will no doubt enjoy a coffee and a well deserved break. The crane in the meantime lies still and deserted, to all intents and purposes, dead. But the driver is alive and well, my friend, he just doesn't inhabit the crane anymore. He's gone home.

[Niya Moon]

That question is one I use to ask myself all the time. and I've been a christain my whole life. Reading your poem reminded me that even though we have questions that are hard to answer, there is someone always ready to give a quick replay, that won't saticfiy our need to understand, our need for truth. I know the answer to your question, but you seem to have heard it a hundred times. I just prey that when the time come your ears will hear, your eyes will see and your heart will know that GOD is the begainning and God is the end, of you, me and our world.
This is one of the best poems I have ever read, and it's still a very very good question.
Niya

[Alias Fletcher]

Many times the simple questions are the most difficult to answer. Your molecules will return to the earth from where they came; ones works may remain in the memories of others; the other, who knows... yet for many, religion offers comfort. Thanks for reviewing me. These were old poems that would be lost when MSN goes down. charly

[Syke]

The only people who think they know the answer are the last people you want to ask the question.

[Fran Marie]

Your question seems to puzzle me
as much as it does thee
perhaps what you seek you'll someday find
and the answer lies in the frame of time

A great question to ponder~ I can only think
of the following, but then not everyone believes
the same~ you'll probably get a lot of opinions on this one

Great WritE!



"From dust we came, to dust we shall return"

I surmise it is the soul which departs to all eternity~Fran Marie