Where on earth (or space) did we come from?

What intrepid seed made us be?

I like the idea of God

But, my mind's eye won't let me see

 

They say we're all made of stardust 

So, perhaps, there lies a clue

Just molecules & atoms congealed 

From the old primordial stew 

 

Were we once nebulae or quasars?

Drifting upon solar winds

Dancing to songs of the universe 

And symphonic celestial hymns 

 

But, if there is such a thing as God

Where is the place God resides?

Or, is (he) the thoughts in the ether

Now, lost amongst man's truth & lies?

 

And, what could create the creator?

Did he emerge from within ‘the big bang’?

And, how could this bang even happen?

Oh! My brain is beginning to twang!

 

Talking of our cerebral cortex!

Our minds have evolved such a way 

That we've become both God & The Devil 

And, it's difficult to see which holds sway

 

We're capable of creating such beauty 

And creating such horrors as well

We shift between heavenly creatures

And, creatures who revel in hell

 

Talking of Heaven & Hell!

When breath turns a shallow breeze

And our hearts suddenly retire

Do we transcend to some form of  paradise 

Or, do we just simply expire?

 

To live on in memory 

To become a reminisce 

To be a photo upon a dusty shelf

To, at least, be something missed

 

To be remembered for words once spoken

Or, perhaps, written down 

To be a folded page in a tattered book

To be, somehow, still around 

 

Whilst the shell we call our body

Crumbles to stardust once more

And we rejoin the constellations 

Or, perhaps, knock on heaven’s door?

 

There are still many mysteries, unsolved

Many questions to answer & ask

I only hope we have time to find out

Before we become a thing of the past.

 

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