Purpose

The big question

And the Universe splintered 

Each piece of life, hungry.

Each piece wanting, yearning.

And some splinters were gifted

and damned with thought;

looking at night skies.

And these thoughts always

led to questions: 'WHY?' 'HOW'?

many and none were the answers.

And as the stars dimmed 

and the curtains were drawn,

Finally, purpose was discovered.

Slowly the splinters drew

back in to form the One;

and It started again.

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

The circle of life meets Big Bang theory... Second stanza is masterful and profound. Very well written, Mark, and thoroughly enjoyed!

[Mark]

Thank you! Glad you liked :)

[Emerald Seas]

The circle of life meets Big Bang theory... Second stanza is masterful and profound. Very well written, Mark, and thoroughly enjoyed!

[icelandicblue]

It is all a cycle...every damn bit of it. Wonderful poem Mark.

[Mark]

Thanks ice :) Glad you liked.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

An energetic and colliding piece that demands respect, well done.

[Mark]

Thank you much Thomas.