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A Matter of Matter

Updated on November 21, 2013
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Does it really matter, if we're all of matter,

just a part, in the whole human race,

conceived or formed in some mattering shape,

somewhere out in deepest space?

If God created us, then who created God,

a question many have already asked,

as they've lain in rubber rafts, in pools,

and by the sun, each were basked?

Would it matter if we think, or pun, a bit,

upon many minds, a subject unresolved,

If we all had no mind, would it matter,

would all questions then be as solved?

Would the earth and all of its neighbors,

keep on turning about in space,

as we all do die, just to wither away,

never again, in returning to this place?

Suppose God was formed from simple matter,

just so, and that he really does exist,

should man, with his infinite wisdom, it seems,

still have as many questions to subsist?

As we conceive, that we all were conceived,

from matter, that of the carbon kind,

would it matter if we were born blind and deaf,

with no joy or contentment to find?

Suppose we were pigs, and just rooted about,

never thinking of how we were made,

would there still be beauty in high blue skies,

and lines of green Oaks, left as shade?

Would there be the scent of wild flowers,,

or in feeling a warm Summer's rain,

would there still be fear in a lightning's flash,

and the sound of a thundering refrain?

Beholding the beauty and wonders of this earth,

the greatest of gifts, we are shown,

our doubts and fears, over all the years,

create mystery and acts, for us to atone.

As human kind who walk upon this soil,

we are each given the finest in our being,

to wonder and question our very own God,

maker of all, and forever, all seeing.

Yes, it matters that we matter, and that we do exist,

all have a mind and all have dreams,

as we stand and stare into celestial night skies,

and each, with our own answer, it seems.

From matter we're all made, as a pot from the clay,

spinning beneath the potter's hand,

a creator of all, may be beyond our conception,

and not to matter, if we all should understand.

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      whonunuwho 5 years ago from United States

      Does life matter, have a reason or a rhyme, the weathering of the challenges and the enjoying of a world, sublime?

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      whonunuwho 5 years ago from United States

      Thanks for the wonderful comments, I have been a teacher, artist, and writer, and God has found good use for my hands.

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      Deb Hirt 5 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      An awesome rendition of our age old question, and the answer is even better.

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      glmclendon 5 years ago

      Good statement I enjoyed reading you.

      Stay Well

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      Dianna Mendez 5 years ago

      profound statement on the question of "who am I" and in relation to the creator. Love it!