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While Taking Notes...... Pens, scribes, notebooks and professors, seekers, students and seers, comingled, pursuing reality's ends. Equasions applied, solutions solidified, while logic and creativity are pursued with fierce determinations. Truths are questioned, dissected, and finally deemed unable to answer the age old dilemas... Who are we? Why are we here? Where are we going? 33 receive the answers, before the lecture ends, or the final bell tolls.... |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-05-05 21:47:15
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.64286
Wondering how many were in the class since only thirty three got the answer before the professor finished.......well, you came prepared though and I think you may have found the answer in the end as well. Interesting read; allows one to use their own imagination and images that you have created with the flare of your pen.
Who are we?
Why are we here?
Where are we going?
No matter what we are taught by others I do believe we have to make that choice for ourselves and hope that the road we have choosen is the right path for us; as the years change and grow one into another so do the choices and yet when the end does come we just go back to where we came from. You see we were once angels in God's Heavenly Garden and we shall return there some day..........been there, done that and that is where we are going if the path we choose was a good one. Okay I am rambling but I can honestly say this makes one think of birth, death and what lies in between..............been kissed by the breath of God as I laid dying and I might add there is no fear in dying..........it is the closing of one door and the opening of another.
Good luck in the contest, God Bless, Claire