Existence
We exist and we shall forever ponder the source of our existence
Many believe that God has placed us here for some purpose
Others believe that the universe creates random miracles such as ourselves
We may never know the truth but we shall never cease to seek answers
Time and space are our home and we shall remain in its grasp throughout eternity
For death shall release the energy from which we were born and that energy will roam free searching out a new existence.
The God of our fathers may ultimately direct it to its new home
Or, the randomness that some believe in may use it to create yet another miracle on another small and insignificant blue dot in the far reaches of time and space.
Copyright © Charles Gragg | Year Posted 2018
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