Poem on the Existence of a Soul
(This poem is written inspired by my schoolmate Ms Violet Ho and for her who told me about William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850), a Cambridge-educated romatic poet who lived during the Romantic Era, and also for my brother-in-law Engineer Ong Geok Soo who constantly has been pestering me if a soul exist)
I truly know
not
My body
tells me naught
If a soul exist in me
Astronomy, biology, chemistry, mathematics, medicine, nutrition, analytical food science to zoology all through I have studied
None has
told me why
Molecules that can move
Feeds and multiply into life
On their mysterious
own
Molecules
that automatically assemble
Creating brains that thinks
Nerves that feel
Eyes that see
Ears that hear
Hands that grasp and hold
Legs that walk
Teeth that
grinds
Tongue that tastes
Lungs that breathe
Heart that
pumps
Liver that
stores and detoxifies
Spleen that bulids and destroys
Red cells of blood
Kidneys that excrete
Bladder that holds
Glands that secrete
Hormones that regulates
Bones that support
Muscles that powers
Immune system
that defends
Skin that protects
All designed by
lifeless molecules
How could that be my Lord
Not till life
was pumped unto them
Making lifeless molecules obey
To design and create
Too much for
me to bear
Even in evolutionary
biology have told me naught
Only my Maker
knows
He hides
from me
Till I die
Have mercy
on me my Lord
I truly
adore thee
Thy handiwork of Art and Science
That lump of clay
In Potter's Hand
The soil was I made
He breaths the soil
I became alive
His Breath bears my soul
My conscious
knows
Thy living works
in me
Imprints my
soul my works for thee
Carries them the evidences
For or against
me
To be read into
eternity
Have mercy upon
me
I know not
As a child
in ignorance
Deliver me
into light my Lord
Dead molecules spring alive
How could that be my Lord
And leaves
when life is done
Leaving my
body like a shell
Besides the shores of a cosmic ocean
Where tides
and waves
Rise and fall
Through eternity
Over my empty
shell
I understand
not my Lord
Enlighten my
soul my Lord
The path I need
to take
Should
pitfalls befall my path
In eternal disgrace
Where my soul shall
dwell
I praise
thee Lord
On earth as
in heavens
One end of heavens to the other
Tether to tether
A hundred billion light years across
In thy
making
I truly adore
thy handiworks my Lord
No science my
teachers
Has ever taught
No church, pastor, preacher
Has ever preached in me
No friend, chat group has revealed
Nor they discussed with me
For they know more than I do
No book has ever written
No library has
ever recorded or stored
I have searched
them all my life
Only thy
still small voice in me
Persistently tells thy presence my soul in me
In gratitude
I pen this
In honor of thee
My Maker my Lord
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