Mystery
MYSTERY
The earth is young and old,
Some parts of it hot and cold,
In contrast with the N-S poles,
Earth's watchtower glitters like gold,
And the dark hours as coal,
The night breeze always cool.
So many a thing exists,
Many are beyond the knowledge of man,
Of which man cannot interpret,
The works of nature are magnificent,
Notwithstanding the times that were ancient.
The earth is young,
Life is old and young,
Can man think of these things?
Can man ponder and interpret these things?
What is the meaning of life?
How do life came to be?
What is the origin of life?
That’s a mystery,
The existence of man is something unsolved.
The apparitions of man,
Soul ,body and spirit of man,
The after life of man,
The myths of abyss and ancestral dwellings,
All are man's perception of after life. Who can tell the real fact?
The vast water bodies,
Covering most part of the earth,
The power controlling the waters,
Mountain ranges and valleys,
The sun , moon and other filaments,
Separating the night from the day, And the entire works of nature, All being a puzzle to man.
Growing up as a kid,
I was taken to an upland one day,
On beholding the wonderful sight of horizon,
I shouted, ''see where the world stops''
The man said, ''no boy that’s where our eyes can reach,there is still more after that'',
The wonders of life never ends,
And the lesson it teaches never stops.
The earth being below heaven,
The clouds covering the space and heaven,
The magnificent heaven we hear about,
Its another mystery itself, But about the supreme creator,
I what I cannot question about.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2018, MAR 27
Copyright © Ifeanyichukwu Dominion Anyabolu | Year Posted 2019
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