I Am God’s Creation- A Soul!

I Am Gods Creation  A Soul! prose poem

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“I AM GOD’S CREATION – A SOUL”
Can anyone tell, “Who am I?”
What am I doing on this Mother Earth?
I wish, someone could answer this question of mine!

Can anyone tell, “where did I spring from?”
And for what reason I have come into existence?
Am I a mere creature of flesh and bone in the guise of man or woman?
Am I just born to sustain, endure pressure, and feel elated or depressed and then…
Am I to abandon this place to an abode called ‘Heaven’?
I wish, someone could answer these volley of questions hovering in my mind!

Can anyone tell, “Where I can find God Almighty- the Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent?
Am I able to perceive the creator- “the one who is invincible” of Sun, Stars, the Flora and Fauna?
Am I assigned the authority to question My Lord, “Why all this vicious circle of birth, death and regeneration?
I wish, I am able to procure the answer to all my doubts!

Can anyone tell me, “Who am I?”
I implore you if you can acquaint me about the sole purpose of my existence.
I wish, God shall answer all thy questions before I reach the destined day of Doomsday!
I wish, I am able to accomplish the ordained goal of mine!
Thus, knowing, “I am nobody else, but God’s soul- meant to spread happiness all around.”
“I AM GOD’S CREATION- A SOUL!”

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A PhD in American Literature, Dr Disha Khanna- The Diva! possesses 10 years of hands on experience in the field of teaching at the university level. Dr Khanna, a philosophical, fun loving and adventurous person is the content writer of school and college books. She has to her credit the translation of Hindi novel to English "The World Beyond the Motherland". Dr Khanna is the twice recipient of "The Best Researcher's Award" at LPU in the field of Arts & Languages. Currently, Dr Khanna is working as the Associate Professor at GNA University, and even the supervisor to many research scholars.
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Sadiya Abubakar
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Nicely vented.

Lawrence Chew
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Thanks for the poem and its ‘Nicely vented’ quest for meaning. I once believed in God but has since given up any hope of finding existential meaning. I hope my poem below is one possible answer to your quest for meaning in life. Thanks for reading.

Centers of an Infinitely Large Universe

In an infinite universe
Which way you may traverse
You are its center!

For the infinite has no edge;
And no radii may render
Its arc a circumscribed ledge –

Egocentricity!
Do not think it is true
In your centricity is proof
God has a definitive plan for you!

O, do not goof!
Nor think you Grace’s indigent*
But think, ‘I am a rational agent’.

Lawrence Chew
17 November 2014

*a person deficient in what is requisite e.g. he needs God’s grace to be ‘saved’

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