Why Does It Matter

Scrapbooks collected and stacked high;
of lives, long gone and forgotten;
new generations keep wondering why;
some of them noble; some, rotten.

Lifetimes of memories gone to the grave;
what possibly could be their reasons?
Centuries of peoples did history enslave;
were they all to be lived for man’s treasons?

Thoughts create manuscripts for being;
the blueprints for all of life’s birth;
light cast these thoughts outwardly seeing;
to a holographic world called earth.

When God planned his book of creation;
it was in the thought world above;
allowing no errant thoughts of deviation;
it was a perfect creation of Love.

By thoughts of created beings, disrupted;
and ruining God’s perfect plans;
we’ve inherited a kingdom, corrupted;
and it’s caused by our very own hands.

For that which was planted in Eden above;
was destined to grow in the garden below;
a universe designed in perfection by Love;
corrupted by weeds; sown by man to grow.

We all should know the reason why;
recall the wisdom of the sages;
everything living, first must all die;
and then all return for the ages.