A Question of Eternity

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Who am I

Did not my spirit exist be for me

Perhaps not in this form,

Though most surely it did exist.

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The things I am are not new to me

My essence existed at the beginning

Conception did not create it nor can death destroy it

So who was I before.

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Maybe a river running through Africa

A blue whale navigating the seas

Or maybe a playful butterfly flying on high

Could not part of me have existed in all of these.

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In this I find comfort

The body being merely a vessel

Temporary and dispensable on loan from the earth

To be gladly returned upon passing.

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The energy that is me remains

Free of this vessel

Free to become whatever the universe deems fit

Glorious and unhindered by my physical being.

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There is peace in thoughts of this

Knowing I have always been and will always be

Could this be the eternal life spoken of in religion

Whether of God or of nature, we may never know.