Far below us there are salt mines
From ancient seas.
And fossils from millions of
Of years ago.
But yet I am told that they were put there
To confuse the evolutionists
There is Gods plan.
What plan is that I ask myself.
When millions of soldiers and non-combatants
Died in the two World wars, and a holocaust that decimated the jewish, old men, children and women.
People that died in terror.
Where was he?
Appearing at a time of disaster or war
Would it be wonderful
To see a great hope.
Can you imagine the media!
War is no more, diseases are controlled.
It confuses me because I have belief in him.
Yet no one has returned with the good news,
In 2000 years.
I really want' to see him
But he is like an uncle that I never see.
Milena, said it very well! what would a baby do if he would have no reason to ask why? The question why, keep us dreaming, and searching, Could you imagine a world of perpetual bliss? no reason to care, I don't have the answers, but I'll never stop asking why?
never stop to wonder why, and put in in words, 'cause you can do it really good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way this poem has made me think. I have often wondered similar, makes my head hurt in the end though! Moyaxx