How did God decide
what should be?
That he would be three,
that we would live here,
that all the tiny particles
would somehow equal life.
What does it mean
to have a soul?
To be eternal,
to hold something within us
that is ungraspable,
depths that science cannot reach.
Why did he deem us
of importance?
To give us emotion
and thought,
to drop us into confusion,
decision, determination,
loss.
What contributes to our need?
What contributes to his plan?
What reveals the inner workings
and the presence
of the great?
How are we to know the difference
between destiny
and fate? If it's already planned,
who are we to turn away
from the God
who somehow made us,
somehow breathed us
into form:
took the dust and made
our bones and blood
and called us
to be born.
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