It is not for the created to question the Creator why they were made
But sometimes the mind is prone to ponder -
"Why me, Lord?
Why not some other worthy creation
Who would not have failed the way that I have?"
Who can know the paths that You have planned for me,
The decisions as yet undecided,
The calls that wait patiently, watching time pass
Until that moment when a response shall be formed quietly in heart, in reflection -
"I will follow."
Who can know? Not even I.
Shall I trust that although I know not
The "why" of me,
The "me" is sufficient for the "why"?
(Whatever that may be)
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I was going to say that it wasn't really meant to be *poetry*.....but now that you mention it, I guess anything where you press Enter at *random* points in the sentence can be defined as poetry =p
And has it been a while? I hadn't noticed..
it has been a while, good to see more of it.
i liked the "the me is sufficient for the why" bit. kind of makes sense. overall, i like :)
how many more spaces could there be? must have been pretty pretentious originally...
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