Thursday, December 18, 2008

They were all right, yet somehow wrong.


My first attempt at poetry. =)
Thanks William for the talk and the inspiration for this.
Limericky cause thats all i know how to write. But i hope the
truth in it does not become too obscure.




This question is common, asked by one, asked by all,
from the seasoned senior, to the ever so small.
What is life? And why am i here?
Oh who would come and make this all clear?

The
papers and tabloids, are eager to tell us,

that this life is chaotic, and people rebellious.

The Law on the other hand, would have us dearly hold,

that life comes from obeying - doing as you're told.

The musicians and conductors they seem quite sure

that this life's chords are harmonious - like a grand overture.

The scientists proclaim, with proud delight,

that with the right equation, life can be made right.

The soldier on the other hand, would morbidly tell,

that life is but a battlefield, one trench from hell.

The tycoon, the rich with proud, indifferent steps chant,
that life is for possessions, for getting all you want.
But wait - the humanist shouts out his own proclamation -
Life is for the moment; for self gratification.
The explorer who, with map in hand,
would say life is a journey, across sea and land.
The pessimist insists that this question is just foolish.
He says life is a chalkboard, erased when we perish.
Evolutionist would then be brought in to the loop,
and teach us we all came from primordial soup.
Finally the teacher would feel quite elated,
and remind us that it's all a test,soon to be graded.

How can they all be right, yet be ever so so wrong.
How can life's melody, oh so brisk and bright,

also be a doldrum dirge, a funeral song?


We all are overwhlemed when the Day seems to grow bleak,

Corruption, destruction-the strong crushing the weak.

Where some would hold that life is a treasure- to laugh and to smile,

others would quip that's not what's been felt in a while.


But in the end, we all would agree
That the answer comes from quaint Galilee
From a man who, some felt was rather odd,
Went about proclaiming He was the Son of God.
His voice was clear and still strikes us today
Ushering us from the broad to the narrower way.

He said life is for connection, with those around and with Him above!
Life is to be lived solely for Him, therefore life is for Love.

7 comments:

  1. Very impressive but yet i am not suprised=)
    Goodjob=)

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  2. Thank you. It was hard to get it all to rhyme and not sound too lame. But don't think i will be doing this often though. =)

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  3. Your poem intensified when you linked it back to the Son of God who died for us. I thought it was very clever =)

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  4. waoo.. impressive! good job! haha really nice poem.

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  5. O.O

    coooooooooooooooooooooooooooollll

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