Questions

poem by: Ann Parks
Written on Feb 13, 2019

OK clever clogs!
Are we alone in this universe -
a sheer accident or God's masterpiece?
And if an accident was it God's mistake anyway?
So does that mistake make God fallible?
But does God exist anyway?
Do ghosts sit weeping on the sofa beside me
unseen  yet real as I write of them here?
Do kind deeds  change the whole of destiny
and does  killing of millions bring 
Devine retribution on generations to come?
Why am I sometimes strong 
and other times suicidal  because of fear 
yet don't give in to it because of fear ?
If true pleasure (like the sage says)
is present in hovel and palace
and blue skies lift me to calm
why do I worry about wealth so much?
Is there really one person (or more)
for everyone - or are we too fussy ?
But why do we need someone else
to make us happy anyway?
If it really exists can Karma work both ways
in equal proportion for the good and bad ?
If I had the money for a big yellow diamond
would I be too scared to wear it outside?
When sight is lost 
does the memory of it fade ?
And regardless of memory fading or not
can  the blind still dream in vivid colours?
When a love one is gone forever 
where do they go?
Is their fate deserved by their actions
or is fate uncaring and the same for all ?
Do the dead longingly wait in patience
to see us again 
or do they simply vanish
only alive in our dreams?






 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 13, 2019 at 10:39am
Fascinating poem Ann....so many unanswerable questions....or maybe we are given the answers when we take our last breath.....
Christopher Russon commented on Mar 24, 2019 at 7:23am
Wow Ann this is a powerful poem Many people are asking many Quistions About what happens when the inevitable happens . But with the ever growing atheistic views of many people Today Dought can creep in.Excelent write Anne thought provoking.
Christopher Russon commented on Mar 24, 2019 at 7:26am
Sorry a Ann I meant Doubt.I spelt it wrong.

 

 

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