Cover Photo by Mark R. Day

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Poem "The Way Things Are"

Some say that you can be born under a lucky star.

Some say that you make your own luck.

Some say that we are simply born unlucky.

I say that luck is overrated!

Our travels on the road of life take us up one  hill and then back down another.

On occasion we may find a level stretch but that will never last.


Our present condition is based on the vagaries of life's passage through time and space.

The natural law's are irrelevant because life's path is unordered, irrational, and inconsistent.

So why does man persist in the face of such uncertainty?

Is it the will to survive or perhaps the fortitude provided by faith?

I believe we persist by choice and the power of an indomitable spirit.

We must confront the heartbreak and hidden terrors we face in the random events of life.


We love and we cry.

We sing and we pray

We find some joy in each and every day

For things will be as things will be . . . . .

Life is after all an incomprehensible mystery


Written by Mark R. Day 7-10-12, copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved 7-10-12

2 comments:

  1. Life's path. Your poem speaks to me, moves me.

    A journey begun at the moment of birth. A path full of happiness, pain, sorrow, joy.

    A path that others will walk on with you. There are those you learn from, those you cherish, those you forget as soon as they continue on their own life's path and those who leave unexpectedly but are always remembered.

    A path that is also chaotic, sometimes unforgiving, sometimes sensible, sometimes incomprehensible, but it's always there forcing you to deal with every obsticle, teaching you to be a better you, hoping that next time the mistake won't be so catastrophic.

    A path you can never stray from; you may think that the decisions you make will make a difference, make a change for better, somehow redeem those unredeemable moments, but in acutality everything you think you control ins uncontrollable. The life path takes you where it wants to go ... don't ever think you take it where you want to go.

    Life is a mystery, a wonderous mystery to be enjoyed, savoured, experienced.

    Beautifully spoken ...

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    1. Thank you for the kind comment. I just write what I feel is the truth as I understand it.

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