Bancroft Boreland

Rookie - 0 Points (February 14 / Jamaica)

At The Circles' End - Poem by Bancroft Boreland

My soul was restless
My mind was in disarray
There was a burning in my heart
And a shaking in my hands
As I dared to ask the Creator
These unanswered questions

Are you the Creator
Or are you a creation that created us?
When we are in doubt
Why do you not show yourself?
Why do you stand by and watch
As we destroy ourselves?
We need you, do you need us?
Is our destiny written by you
Or is it determined by us?

On a snowy winter afternoon
As I thought of thoughts too big to imagine
I received an email from heaven
All it said was
'You will find the answers
At the circles end'
Confused, I shook my head and wondered
Does a circle have an end?


Poet's Notes about The Poem

i wrote this poem thinking about he mystery of creation.do you ever ask yourself these same questions?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012


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