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.
