OUR MAKER BY FIONA CUMMINGS

OUR MAKER

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Before we are put on this land

I believe that our lives are planned         

Mapped out if you like

Full of laughter with the odd tear

Someone, something, decides if we should hear

 Walk or have sight

We are made as though to be canned

By machine, or hand?

All of the ingredients are put in a dish

Our future depends on a wish

Our destiny whatever will occur later

It’s all down to our maker

Do we owe him, her, it, a favour?

Can we change our future?

Walk down a different avenue?

What if we don’t like the view?

And words that are spoken are just not true

Is life a game

If so to whom

What is their gain?

Do they sit in a room?

Watching us as we are like pawns?

So who is the queen, the king or the rook?

Moving us comes the storms

Does our maker get excited and take a look?

So what is the next chapter in the book?

Why does there have to be evil?

Who will be the crook?

And why is there an angel?

In heaven and earth

Why do we die

And then there is birth

We look to the sky

Is that the right place?

Why does our maker not show their face?

So many questions I have

I wish I had the answers to give

Reasons we should die so young

And others a long life they live

How come some hold grudges

And others easily forgive

Is earth the end

Or do we, move on?

 Sold, or pawned

What coins do they spend

Are they real or pretend?

I hope we live on

And each world gets better

I wish I could post these questions in a letter

And they would be answered in person

Would we like the answers though?

It would be great for me but difficult for some

Others couldn’t face the future if their lives were to worsen

Would we go early, be the chosen?

If we knew we were going to a better world

Where we were not ruled by gold

But gained fortunes in love

Would we be happy to go?

To the unknown above

A land in the sky

I would be terrified

For sure would cry

As would miss those I love and care for

I’m not wanting to knock at that door

In an ideal world

We would all wait for one an other

 Be reunited with our Father and Mother

And live together forever

 

© Fiona Cummings