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

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow Mark this is a very nicely balanced poem that provokes thoughts of the Big Bang. It portrays a feeling of creation yet mystery just as it should!

[Mark]

Thanks John, I am happy you like it :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Never-ending questions.... we all wonder and are amazed at the tiniest fraction of discovery...
still yet, unknown...

I am at awe... this is beautifully depicted, sending chills up and down my spine...
This is a breathtaking write!~xoxo~

[Mark]

Thank you Dr Robbie :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

(he he)...my pleasure. ;)

[Baby Ricochet]

When I saw the open night sky over the desert in Iraq I knew why the ancient people marveled at it. until then I didn't know what big open skies were. Great poem Mark

[Mark]

Stands to reason the Arabs were some of the first astronomers and mathematicians. :) Thanks for reading my friend.

[Brianna Brie]

This is deep and thought provoking. I like it a lot. Besides the purpose of life your words remind me of the cycle of life. Well done!

[Mark]

THank you for reading :)