Day: July 17, 2015

Jumbling, stumbling,

Echoes of time,

Phrases, interruptions,

Excitable comments,

Boring lectures,

Fights and resolutions,

Mercy and apologies,

Sad stories and funny experiences.

Tossed, teased, pushed and pulled.

Is it all the same,

For everyone?

Never.

We are all unique.

Each day is new,

Never knowing

What to expect.

Will this good or bad thing

Happen today?

Will it be a mix of both?

Will I find

What I’ve been looking for?

Will I get the answer

To my question?

It never stops.

Over and over,

We are surprised,

By grief and joy,

Heartache and togetherness,

Shock and peacefulness.

What will tomorrow bring?

We never know.

*The following poem came to me after reading the proposal of the rudiments of a scientific theory of the creation of life by Matthew Heiman 

Was there ever an instant

When time started?

Does time ever stop?

Does the universe recycle?

Can our existence be reduced

To the creation of oxygen,

Water, ice, a vacuum,

And the energy in a supernova?

These are ideas,

But ideas can start a revolution.

Can our small minds handle it?

Perhaps, my friend is correct.

I don’t know.

These ideas are too complex

For my small mind.

Perhaps,

Like in the time of Galileo,

We all need to open our minds

To the possibility that

We are confused,

We are small-minded,

We have been deceived,

We have been wrong

About things that we feel

So sure about,

Things we have been taught

All of our lives,

Things that we’ve struggled with,

Over and over,

But in the end,

We’ve resigned our minds and wills

To what we’ve seen as undeniable,

Unavoidable,

Incomprehensible.

Have we resigned ourselves

To something, someone,

Whom we cannot bring ourselves

To do without?

Have we resigned ourselves

To God?