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TITLE: Existence
By Colin Woekel
04/29/05
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This is still close to a first draft, I have been tweeking it since yesterday afternoon though. I'm reading a lot of classic English poetry and I really like the deep, speculative theology. I thought I'd try it. I would just like to know what you think of the form and ideas and such. Does it flow? Are there any lines wich seem off base, or rhymes which seem forced or just don't work for you? I really am looking for a serious critique, which so far I have not recieved in the critique circle. I really appreciate the encouragement of praise, but it is not incredibly useful. I have a strong desire to strengthen my skills as a writer, so I would really like to get so constructive criticism. Thanks a lot! -- Colin
Beauty exists not,
nor does pain.
Neither does sunshine.
Neither does rain.
Ugliness, rejection,
are all just a game.
But as for true love,
I cannot say the same.

Time does not matter,
nor does matter matter.
Existence depends not
on the former or latter.
But on love we are hinged,
true love is the batter,
existence the cake
by which God grows fatter.

For if God's omnipresence
is true as we say
and this universe grows
broader by the day;
and if space is existence
in it's most basic form,
then was not God as we know him
with true love really born?

I mean not to say that
at one point God was not,
for surely his existence
is beyond all human thought,
but think still I do,
and this I decide,
if a shepard has no sheep,
than that shepard has died.

And all that remains
is the most basic man,
no purpose, no reason,
like one grain of sand.
But if that grain
an oyster should find;
as God is to love,
so love to human kind.
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