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What Remains :: A Poem
Sometimes I wonder what remains.
When you take away all the T.V.’s, computers and games.
Get rid of all radios, soft furnishings and clocks!
Removal of everything right down to your socks!
No more fancy clothes to wear
Nor a penny to spend or share.
Remove everything man-made and more
Take away legislation and law.
Remove all of the beautiful trees
All of the plants and even the breeze.
Take away the clouds the rain and the sun.
Go back to time when it had just begun.
Go all the way back to before the start
Before the heavens and earth were pulled apart.
Before they were even brought into gaseous form
Before the start of our creation storm.
What would remain if all of Space was taken away?
And just you were laid bare to face your judgment day.
Who could you rely on to help you out?
When there is nothing at all and no one about.
Could you call out for help? Would you still have a voice?
Would there exist sound waves to travel? Would you even have a choice?
Maybe you would give your very existence a new thought
And finally think of God as your last resort.
You’ll wish to return to the world that was taken back.
To prove all over again the faith that you lack.
But you cannot go back, not now.
There is absolutely no way and no how.
So when you remove everything that ever came into being
And take away all of the things you are seeing
All that remains is just God, your creator, looking at you
He who watches all the things you ever do.
He is the one who works on his own
To give you this life and the earth you call home.
Without him there is nothing, you see
No man made things, no you, no me.
So just think for a while before you carry on with life
Before you are blinded by your daily strife
Just think of what might lay ahead.
In the life you’ll be given after your dead.
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