Hey Soul, How Did You Get Here? Poem by Jim Norausky
Hey Soul, How Did You Get Here?
Backstroking in a pool of comparative luxury,
Gazing at the silvery morning half-moon,
Swept by wispy white clouds against a clear blue sky.
Shaded by trees birthed by the landscaper's plan.
While gently lapping, hugged by crystal water.
Wondering about my lifelong questions.
How was my soul assigned to me?
Is there a galactic bull-pen with ten billion souls,
Waiting to join someone formed by the creator's hand?
Jimmie's soul, you're up, at the moment of love's great performance.
You could have been with a wealthy noble,
Or destined to one struggling for survival.
Well soul, my eternal mate, you made the B-team.
Is it so bad? It's only for a few heartbeats.
Only wish I had the answer to that question Jim....nice write...thanks....Fi
I LOVE, love this! It's my eternal question too; why me, why here, why now? Love to think about this stuff. Wonderful writing. Curiosity is a beautiful thing.
I suppose these are the thoughts that everyone has at one time or other. It's worth a poem. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Anyone who displays a talent for writing and thinking deeply - as you obviously do - could never be in a 'B' team. Nice thoughts, Jim.