Poem: What Remains

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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Freya Cesare 6 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

Salam, Sis. Very beautiful reminder. And very true. God in our heart is everything more than anything. :)

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FranyaBlue 6 years ago from London, England Author

Walaikum Salam Freya. Thanks for reading, hope you have a good Ramadan inshAllah.

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Lucky Cats 5 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

Absolutely amazing and awesome. Wise words. I must admit, words I need to consider. Very beautiful and very deep. UP BEAUTIFUL, AWESOME

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FranyaBlue 5 years ago from London, England Author

Lucky Cats, thanks again for reading and commenting.

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