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Why are we . .

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Who or what are we ?

What is the purpose of life ?

We did not choose life

Our birth . . and our death . .

Is unavoidable . .

 

And what of . .in-between

From our hopelessness at arrival

To our unavoidable demise

Do we achieve what was expected

Was anything really . . anticipated ?

 

And who was I . . before my birth ?

Surely my spirit existed . .

My embryo was sheathed in my Mother

And hers in my Grandmother

Reaching back to mankind’s  . .

Very beginning . .

Making me . . inevitable

From when time began !

 

So who or what are we ?

And why are we . .?

  

Albert © January 2008

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  • PurpleSky
    April 24

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    these are some very good questions and definatly would make the mind ponder upon such deep searchings of ones being.
    huggles
    Lena


  • Ellis gold member
    September 15, 2008
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    So Thoughtful !

    We are inevitable because we are here
    Our existence proves that potentially we existed!
    We were bound to someday appear
    To see how much we can get things untwisted

    This has to be some kind of a test
    It's too complicated to be all for naught
    Who will stand out among all the rest
    Setting examples of doing what we ought


  • poetryality silver member
    September 2, 2008
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    My goodness, what a difference a few months makes in ones response to this poem. LOL

  • poetryality silver member
    September 2, 2008
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    When I was twenty-four years old, I asked the Lord in Heaven what my purpose was in life. I heard the words; "look after the baby wren". I didn't know what a wren was at the time, although I am a bird lover. I took that message to mean, children. That's what I do. My ministry is "the chilkdren".

    I know further than that, my purpose is to serve the Lord and witness to All about His greatness, mercy, LOVE, and grace. These are the only answers I have to the poignant questions in your poem.

    Thanks for making me think of my life purpose again Albert. I needed to read this poem today.


    Much Love Always ♥

    Renee


  • Killerzombies
    May 26, 2008
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    This is a unknown answer and a great set of questions, makes you think, great write.


  • kvwriter silver member
    March 3, 2008
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    Good question!

    This is something I've been pondering for years, since I could ponder.

    I don't have any definitive answers but I do have a better sense of direction gleaned from personal and profound spiritual experiences, of which only helped me in choosing a certain path.

    Though deeper answers evade me for now, my questions are endless it seems.

    Thank you for sharing yourself here, Albert. You are always a joy for me to read. Be blessed!

    Love,
    Kelly


  • Celtic Legend
    February 2, 2008
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    a question we all ask. who knows but the almighty god? maybe in heaven we can ask him.

  • kvwriter silver member
    January 21, 2008

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    And now you've given me thoughts with my evening tea, Albert. I'm drinking chamomile with peach to help me sleep tonight and try to often. So, good morning. Now to your write. This is very thought-provoking because I, too, believe we existed, somehow--perhaps in spirit--before we entered this realm of life. As well, any anticpations for us came from others, at first. And, then we, perhaps pondered our own future, maybe believed we would be this, do that, etc. The truth is, life rarely, if ever, turns out as we think it shall. We can't fail if we don't expect and/or anticipate. We can't fail if we simply strive to do and live our best no matter. I really ponder the question: Can we fail at all here? Good write. Already has me thinking. Thank you! What are your plans for this day?

  • poetryality silver member
    January 21, 2008

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    You sound much like I did when I was in my youth. I was my mother's why child. Why is this called a table? Who named this a spoon? Why did they call it that? There are mysteries that I am sure we will never unearth, even today with all our knowledge and technology. Yes...I do believe that we existed before we were "sheltered" in our mother's womb. As a matter of fact I think some may have several lifetimes. We are living souls...spirits intertwined with energy and time, and all connected with the vastness of the cosmos... Ah I and you think much alike my dear friend, there are some questions that need not be asked and even more questions that have no feasible answers. I loved this because it made the philosopher in me on edge. Thanks for sharing this Albert. I chuckle at the thought of thinking this way each day of my life.


    All My Love ♥

    Renee

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