We are all puzzle pieces
to some grand picture,
a scheme made just for us,
before the big bang,
before our parents
had dreams about us.
Can we, do we
see it more clearly
from table level,
six inches,
eight, maybe
thirty thousand feet,
from beyond
the stratosphere?
Eternal questions will
continue to haunt
our hearts,
our minds,
our bodies,
our souls,
the very essence
of our
sacred-beings.
I want to fly,
soar forever with Eagles,
ride starships,
view the wonder & splendor
of the the part I play,
my piece,
through a crystal kaleidoscope,
carried on the back
of my guardian angel.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
We are all puzzle pieces
to some grand picture,
a scheme made just for us,
before the big bang,
before our parents
had dreams about us.
Can we, do we
see it more clearly
from table level,
six inches,
eight, maybe
thirty thousand feet,
from beyond
the stratosphere?
Eternal questions will
continue to haunt
our hearts,
our minds,
our bodies,
our souls,
the very essence
of our
sacred-beings.
I want to fly,
soar forever with Eagles,
ride starships,
view the wonder & splendor
of the the part I play,
my piece,
through a crystal kaleidoscope,
carried on the back
of my guardian angel.
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