To what end was I presented
When I a simpleton of a specimen
Dare to doubt the beauty of my coming forth
Dare to know the treasure of this earthen vessel
Yet for all that is of such value, I asked
What is man, what am I to be mindful of?
Thoughts from infinity harbored, nurtured me
In the secret places, I was seen, foreknown
There is more to me than greets the eyes
I didn't just appear one fine day
Not simply ushered into time and space
Told that I'm part of a human race
Fashioned and known was I before time
In the heart of the eternal dwelling outside of time
It is needful to see that there is more to me
I'm of eternal value, though thoughts come
They beg of me to escape, to become free
The existence of pain turned inward
I'll take my power to end it all, bring forward
Then I'll be free to be what I could never be
Yet freedom will always come with a price
Will I allow this pain to bring me to the place
A mental place where I can see the value
The priceless treasure that's in this earthen vessel
A world awaits my existence, to live my presence
As only I can live as expected to be in eternal realms
While I can't see how I can be the difference
How I am like none ever, now or after
It finally dawns like any day that's lived
A world awaits to see what eternity has to offer
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.