The whole of life is completely meaningless. Going about our business, Trying to somehow feel that we are significant, Trying to leave our mark. To stand and be counted, To say 'I was here'. But really, its all just meaningless.
Who really notices what I do anyway? And who really cares except me? I delude myself into thinking I can make a difference, I can be significant. Really all I am trying to do is shout out to the world, To say there is purpose in my existence. But the only purpose in that is to satisfy my own needs. To make myself feel worth something.
Its all really just meaningless. A chasing after the wind. A search for significance in a place that will forget us so quickly, When we are gone. What is the point in living? I don't see the need to be here! I know people would be sad for me if I am gone, But except to spare them that pain, There is no other reason to stick around.
Except that God has created me, So he must want me here. I don't understand why! Is he really so loving? If He were, would He have put us here? I am glad He made me so I can know Him, But I don't see the point in this world. Bring on the next.
Is the whole of life just meaningless? I really can't make a difference to the next. And what is the point in spiritual growth In being put through trials and tests to strengthen our faith, If we are going to be perfect in heaven? Isn't it all just meaningless? A chasing after the wind?
Thanks for coming to have a look at some of what I have written. I use poetry a lot, often during my quiet times with God, as a way of pouring out what is going on in my heart and head. For that reason, most of my poems are not added to this site. They are too personal to share. They are like mine and God's little shared thought! The ones I have added are ones I found that I didn't mind sharing - (clearly very limited!). Some of these were written a very long time ago, some of them rhyme, some don't, some of them are probably not really poems, (what do I know? I am no English student, I just write and see what happens!), so appologies to all those people out there who really know a lot about poetry. All this is very amateur, but it works for me. I hope it is in some way interesting, challenging or encouraging to those who read it.