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gabrielle boltz
Poems
May 2013
The Plan
Let me wonder
Let me ask myself
where I came from
She shall be called Woman,
because she was taken
out of man.
I find it hard to believe
that we emerged from
some soup
that just happened to be
in the right place
at the right time.
And the Lord formed
a man of the dust of the
ground.
That two
infinitesimal
specks collided
somewhere billions of
miles away,
millions of years ago,
and suddenly there was
something.
Let there be light.
That our home is just
a rock that was compelled
to fall into the orbit of
a young ball of fire
in that something that
came to be from
nothing.
And God called the dry land Earth.
If we just happened,
then why are we here?
If we just happened,
we're just here to breathe.
To live.
To work.
To die.
If we just happened,
our purpose is to
be.
do all to the glory of God.
But I don't want to be.
I don't want
to live
to work
to die
because nature says
that's my job.
Seek first the kingdom of God
and His righteousness
and I don't want to do things
that could hurt others
for personal gain.
and all these things
will be added unto you.
I want to live a life with meaning.
A life that is a means
to an end.
A life that is important
to more than just myself.
For God so loved the world
that He gave his only begotten
Son.
So let me wonder
where I came from.
Let me question my
existence.
Let me mull over
your words in my
mind,
and guide me to the answers.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet,
and a light unto my path.
Bring me to the understanding
of
how
who
why
I am.
*For I know the thoughts
that I think of you.
To bring you to an expected end.
All the contemplation that is going on today needed to be expressed.
Thoughts? Preferably not thoughts arguing my beliefs... but whatever works. :)
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gabrielle boltz
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