In the Begining

In the beginning 
There was naught
And I mean zilch, 
Nothing at all
How true is this ? 
As if truly nothing was
Nothing at all, 
Then it would have remained so
Forever, and ever
And we would`nt be here at all !
But then not even forever 
could have existed.
Because if there truly existed nothing, 
nothing at all, 
And so nothing to see time by 
Not even time itself 
could have been.

Therefore, because know I exist.
I must insist,
And in the beginning, 
there had to be something.
and I call it God.

Let`s say it was not there, 
There was no God to will it all unfold, 
Or it does not at all exist.
When the first thing that existed, existed,
Whatever that might have been.
Well, then either that first thing that existed itself was God
Or something else, 
Well, say that, 
that something else 
was something 
but not God 
That something that existed 
was static or not static,
Because something completely static cannot change 
Then we would not have existed either,
In  that case.
As it would have existed 
like it was forever
Still not even forever could exist, 
As time could not in any way be seen
As there was no change in that something.
So that something which was not God 
and had to be changing
Moreover, if it was so changing, 
It could only have changed into something 
From something else.

So at a bare minimum for us to exist. 
And exist we do,
There must have been something and changing at that.
And if changing
what type of change was it ?
And what was the will for this change?
Or the reason for the change ?
A good excuse, 
For an other poem!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Andresen Avatar
September 14, 2013 at 11:03 AM
- A nice poem, well written Ryan ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Farmer Avatar
September 15, 2013 at 3:29 AM
Thanks, by the way I am not a chicken but in Malta because we are a closed society I can write more freely disguised as a Maltses chicken
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