By D. R. DiFrancesco
Who am I
Did not my spirit exist be for me
Perhaps not in this form,
Though most surely it did exist.
The things I am are not new to me
My essence existed at the beginning
Conception did not create it nor can death destroy it
So who was I before.
Maybe a river running through Africa
A blue whale navigating the seas
Or maybe a playful butterfly flying on high
Could not part of me have existed in all of these.
In this I find comfort
The body being merely a vessel
Temporary and dispensable on loan from the earth
To be gladly returned upon passing.
The energy that is me remains
Free of this vessel
Free to become whatever the universe deems fit
Glorious and unhindered by my physical being.
There is peace in thoughts of this
Knowing I have always been and will always be
Could this be the eternal life spoken of in religion
Whether of God or of nature, we may never know.