Self Reflections Poem by Phillip H LaRochelle

While standing upon this terrestrial ground
To see the unending universe and hear all the sounds
Our minds often wander into the unknown
To reflect on selves and selves alone.

This beautiful wonder we all imagine
How can it be that it all took fashion?
From the size of the micro illumination
To the size of the sun and all its duration.

How can we think that major explosions
Bound the universe in harmonious rotations?
If we are to think that coincidence thrives
Then we have yet to really explore our minds.

To really believe in invisible things
Is a proven notation that reality brings
If life should be a burdening ground
It is only for learning on this temporal mound.

To come to that place when life at last leaves
How sweet it might be to them that believe
Though the cosmos has an unknown source
One can only think it's invisible, of course.

For why life is lived as if an everyday fashion
And yet on the deathbed a cry for salvation
Even if we do not at first believe
When our soul is free then we shall see.

Though centuries have passed and the earth many times restored
It will all be disclosed at heaven's gate and more
For what are our lives if we will not believe
If in this world we are only self, and yet only self-conceived.