Who I Am - Poem by chuck Hurley
I am not an animal. a bird or a fish
My God gave me life as a human and a mind; to do with; what I wish.
My God provided me with sense's to become familiar with the environment
I was fortunate enough to use and keep them all until my final retirement.
My God gave me a body to carry my mind and to connect the dots
So I was prepared for my earthly journey; believe it or not.
I met so many people I forgot their name
Beautiful young silly girls; who believed I was playing a game.
I now know the feeling of almost spiritual pleasure
To feel the euphoria of discovery as one treasure.
To know the words called awe, profound and sublime
Inside my lottle old head to feel the energy that is mine.
The power of words and their childish meaning
Still using heart as a symbol for the mind; sends me screaming.
To decode each word with their beginning, middle and end
Not always; but I do finally know and not have to pretend.
The significance of three in most of what I hear and read
Somewhere, sometime; I will know them as seeds.
To know that a picture is worth a thousand words
Meanings are elusive as with the wings of a bird.
Languages live just as you and I
But just like a book in time; they will finally die.
My mind has given me the feeling of enlightenment so strong
What I read and hear usually can be separated to right or wrong.
I'll know when I'm dead and no longer alive
My head will be empty of energy while I wait to arrive.
We have sense's to make us aware of our environment
Why not emotions to awaken our levels of mental requirements.
To think one must have a few thoughts
Why even silence has its purpose and why not?
Questions produce a harvest of answers to be sought.
It is true and I will say it once more
We miss the obvious because we refuse to open the door.
The flowers, birds and even a mighty oak or redwood tree
I would cry from my soul, if they were taken away from me.
My borthers and sisters with Mother and a father too
A family is a gift from our God; as a heavenly earthly view.
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