I Believe
I believe that out there somewhere, every life goes on.
Everything which springs into existence leaves a memory which cannot be erased.
You may call me 'fool' or charlatan or dreamer.
You may scream in rage and sorrow for the things you think that I should be.
But, you may never see the things I see,
For, you can never be another me.
Do not chide me for my faults'-
They are all I have to shade the prism of my soul.
None of us could see beyond our own eternal light
If not for these frail bodies which will,
All too soon, grow old.
Our eyes evolved to filter light so we could see to kill or fight.
Our ears evolved to hear the creatures stalking us at night.
So do not call me 'Liar!' If my view of life seems different to yours.
Our less than perfect brains can only catch a fleeting glimpse of our reality.
So much of life is filtered out by all which makes us as we are.
Certainty will always be a lie on which we must depend,
Until we finally evolve enough at journey's end,
And look back in amazement at the road which everyone of us has fought their way along so far.
Patrick W Kavanagh
I believe that out there somewhere, every life goes on.
Everything which springs into existence leaves a memory which cannot be erased.
You may call me 'fool' or charlatan or dreamer.
You may scream in rage and sorrow for the things you think that I should be.
But, you may never see the things I see,
For, you can never be another me.
Do not chide me for my faults'-
They are all I have to shade the prism of my soul.
None of us could see beyond our own eternal light
If not for these frail bodies which will,
All too soon, grow old.
Our eyes evolved to filter light so we could see to kill or fight.
Our ears evolved to hear the creatures stalking us at night.
So do not call me 'Liar!' If my view of life seems different to yours.
Our less than perfect brains can only catch a fleeting glimpse of our reality.
So much of life is filtered out by all which makes us as we are.
Certainty will always be a lie on which we must depend,
Until we finally evolve enough at journey's end,
And look back in amazement at the road which everyone of us has fought their way along so far.
Patrick W Kavanagh
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