What Was It Like ?
What was it like; when it began;
when just a thought in a mind;
how can a thought become a man;
leaving other thoughts behind?
A Seed, to life; a wondrous transitiion;
how did it feel, just to be;
caught in the midst of juxtaposition;
God’s mirror image to see?
We were created to be more than a child;
cast in God’s forge, above;
energy hurricanes; reckless and wild;
we are the winds of love.
How did it feel; did we feel inspired?
God was the hurricane’s eye;
we were the energies, most desired;
perfection requires we die.
Like hurricanes; we have limited time;
during which, we wreak destruction;
as the winds of love; life is sublime;
death brings about resurrection.
Tho I’ve forgotten; what it was like;
to be whatever I’ve been before;
I barely can remember riding a trike;
I’ve been given so much more.
Although the future’s not ours to see;
it’s beyond our realm of perception;
we all shall be; as God meant us to be;
God only creates perfection.
Monty 9/15/24. # 2,339