Oct 052014

A quiet Sunday
cold outside but brilliant sunshine
Linda is sleeping

All that I do
the poetry and song
and essays,

I wonder what it amounts to

What small particle of the universe
does it shift in space, or shape?

What is the final significance
of what any of us create?

I have to believe
we have some impact
for better or worse

hopefully for better

I have to believe there is meaning
I have to believe there is purpose

because belief
seems to be inscribed
deep in my soul


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