Just Passing Through

A poem, a stream of thought about the complexities of life, and death, and the in between.

Perhaps man is more than he seems

More noble than base, more than a fleeting moment

A flicker of something in the darkness and then gone

A creature of intellect with no understanding

Born of a miracle, out of nothing he came

He knows not from where or how

And marches onward, forward, going nowhere

As time passes endlessly by

A stream, a road, a current against him

That moves him ever along

With no declared destination beyond the grave

A passenger of one aboard a doomed vessel

Adrift in the great abyss of time and space

He paces the deck and arranges the chairs

But it does nothing to change his fate

Civilizations rise, marvelous and splendid

They stand testifying to the greatness of man

And fall and fade and rise again

As man wanders in search of truth

Of it, of Him or Her

The witness to his beginning

The author of his existence

He whispers… Quietly he prays,

But the silence is deafening

So he watches as his child plays

In his ignorance he is profound

Innocent, alive, free from cares

Untouched by the stains of sin

No good, no evil

No torment of worry and fear

Beautiful…

He watches and forgets,

The questions that haunt him

In this moment, he is Alive, Finally

Lost in the beauty that is Love

That transcends this life, this world

That transforms, that liberates,

That convinces us that forever is not just a dream

And that somehow we’re not

just passing through

Reviews

[stars are far]

This is so deep ... i liked it so much and the idea you are showing is the base of my life really .. i think that im just a passenger and i will leave soon

[Shay]

this is very deep which makes it more interesting for the reader to read and gives them more to think about, good job with this work.

wow so heart tugging and deep,