To Be... or Not To Be...An Answer...
"To be...or not to be?"...In Shakespeare's play,
Where, in "Hamlet", a question to be asked,
Beneath the lines, and there hidden in turn,
A subtle answer lies, soon to be unmasked.
For in asking this question, in and of itself,
There has to be an author, creator of such,
As to seem a puzzle wrapped in a mystery,
Tries to make it more perplexing...as much.
As an application, and in the same regard,
Substituted, and about saving of our souls,
The truth is found, with worship to abound,
And in the faith, that each one extols.
Yes, we are to be, and by that very fact, remains,
Each was most assuredly created... to exist,
Yet, there are still those who must ask, in kind,
And never find a solution, even as they persist.
There must be an author, originator, to pen,
A builder must follow his plan, then to begin.,
A baker does form and cook his delicate dish,
A seamstress, to sew her clothing, as we wish.
A Universe with no origin, no source, is absurd,
A beginning, and its "creator", as a sensible word.
Rooted in the spirit, or in a scientific equation,
All does not exist, as an accidental occasion.
The celestial heavens, within its universal assembly,
Spin and turn in its special space, a majestic cacophony.
Every galaxy, with its millions of stars, all to shine,
Ours to observe, as a delight, in such splendor, so fine.