The Question

by Bill Willson

Thoughts from the goblet of life.

The question’s asked, Are we alone?

The thought causes faith to falter.

Of course we’re not.  He told us so.

Why should His word we alter?

Before we believe, must we see all?

Common sense has found,

trees falling in woodland,

always make a sound.

Many worlds has He made.

Our earth is but one.

Wherever we look,

His work is begun.

The universe is a library,

for those who are seeking.

what’s happened before,

keeps on repeating.

Backward,  forward,

through endless time,

each event but an echo,

of life sublime.

Drink deeply from the goblet and live.

About bmwillson1936

I was born with writer's DNA, but it receded to the depths of my soul when I encountered the bitter facts of life.Much later after five decades of living I was assigned by my employer to write legal conveyances of land documents, and this drew out my natural love of words and putting ideas into the paper prison. Thus began my quest for publication.The road was long and bumpy, with occasional pitfalls, but I'm staying on until I can no longer put words on the paper that make any sense or serve no valid purpose. Here's to rebirth and the celebration of writing
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