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Existential Conundrum (inspirational poetry)
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.