Why Am I
We are flowers kissing rainbows
bright suns setting in the midst.
We are wonderful reflections
which reflect Thee.
Thee, creator, Mother-Father,
these earth mirrors reflect God.
Is God Father The Creator?
Or, have we created God?
We are clay of life transformed
into humans, plants and beasts.
In which God creates a wonder
wonder where we cease to exist.
if we’re human chrysalis
morphing silently a next life,
we’re cocoons of higher spirits,
pawns in God’s eternal plan.
May in dreams before I morph
whilst transforming in the dark
learn the purpose for my being
WHAT is God, and WHY am I?