Existential Conundrum (inspirational poetry)

The celestial heights spin in constant heavenly motion...
The celestial heights spin in constant heavenly motion...
For many...God is real...
For many...God is real...
The bright Earth is all about us...
The bright Earth is all about us...
The planet spins on an everlasting journey...
The planet spins on an everlasting journey...
As storms explode and the human race persists to thrive...
As storms explode and the human race persists to thrive...
Each has their own belief...as for me... only one great creator...God...
Each has their own belief...as for me... only one great creator...God...
May our creator bless us all...to each his own...
May our creator bless us all...to each his own...



What is the meaning of this life, ours to exist, as some do persist,

Where did we all to come from, and why are we now all here?

Were we created all at once, or then just suddenly to appear,

Perhaps we evolved... for some, an answer that's to be so clear.


Did our universe begin as one tiny speck, then to gain strength,

Grow to an enormous size, with its trillions of miles in its length?

Was there a mix of gases there, to ignite such a huge explosion,

The "Big Bang" theory of us all, part of a long list in every notion?


Every beginning, has a source, be it one so mild, or of a terrible force,

A "Creator", if you will... to many, a God, and this, the way they feel.

All is a substance, a "Matter" of fact, though some equal, or not so exact,

The four senses of man, help us all to understand, as this seems real.


Mankind, in his attempt to verify... to understand the meaning of it all,

Makes assumptions, be they great revelations, or opinions, very small.

Yet, a creator, indeed, there has to be, all created...by a maker, you see,

For every soul.. in meager words, we do extol, .its spirit forever flying free.


Whether in the image of their God, or pulled forth from the earthen sod.

A whisper in space, to reflect a holy face..with each, a choice to embrace.

The great Universal circumstance, seems weak, as a mere unlikely chance,

As every distant star spins, that we may seek, forever, in its celestial dance.



To every one...their own faith or belief...
To every one...their own faith or belief...

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ArtDiva 20 months ago from Yountville, CA

The "celestial dance" forever spinning evoking questions of existence. Very nice, whonunuwho, as one of many poems this month of poetry celebrated. Happy Easter!


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whonunuwho 20 months ago from United States Author

Happy Easter to you and yours my friend. whonu


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bravewarrior 20 months ago from Central Florida

Such questions have burned throughout our existence. I suppose we won't know for sure until we die and move on to the next plane. Until then, we hold on to our beliefs, whatever they may be.


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whonunuwho 20 months ago from United States Author

My feelings exactly my friend. whonu


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aviannovice 19 months ago from Stillwater, OK

I'd love to see the earth keep spinning, but with some of the thoughts of other parts of the world, I really shudder to think of the consequences.


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whonunuwho 19 months ago from United States Author

Yes my friend...regardless of whether we are all here or not... our earth will remain.whonu

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