Life's Cycle
Conceived, then born in accordance with God's grand plan,
I'm thrust into a world that I don't understand,
and introduced to pain.
As a child, fantasy forged my reality;
allowing me to feel untethered and carefree,
communing with nature.
Curiosity fueled imagination;
marking my youth as a time of observation,
and loss of innocence.
I found the world a highly competitive place;
roughly divided by belief, gender, and race,
all conditioned to lie.
Hope provided me with something to hold on to,
a thread, from which a fundamental feeling grew;
blossoming into faith.
My mortal life experience seems short to me
although I suspect it only appears to be;
for we're eternal souls.
To me, death's a journey, not a destination:
an ethereal extension of creation:
life's cycle, thus complete.
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