Sunday, November 29, 2015


                    The spirit, soul or essence that is life,
                    The breath we breathe as long as we’re alive,
                    The power that makes such animation rife
                    Is something more than accidents contrive.

                   That life originates from more than chance
                   Implies the presence of a guiding hand,
                   A providential gardener who plants
                   The seeds of life for reasons he has planned.

                   It seems that we especially are made
                   To ponder this essential mystery
                   Discovering how the game of life is played
                   And why it is that we have come to be.

                       The universe arrived at consciousness
                       In us, who’ve yet to prove that spells success.