Universe

Here is an old piece. IN know that the tag line gets a bit old because the poem is rather long, but it is important to the piece and getting the point of the message. Not everyone picks up on it. Hope you like it.

Universe

An Original Poem by Jim Walls


A cold dark vastness,
Calm and unmoving,
And yet, filled with the movement of all time.
That which was, is.

It surrounds all and is all within.
Its substance is of the total.
The total is of the substance.
That which was, is.

The wisdom of the infinite lies in its bosom.
Knowledge of the ages is no match for its strength.
Its strength lies in the life and death of its children.
That which was, is.

It was born with its twin.
It will die with its twin.
It has no mother, no beginning, no end.
That which was, is.

A cycle never ending.
A cycle with no beginning.
It is that which is not and that which is.
That which was, is.

A god in itself, with the powers which it is due.
Yet it is used in only one way,
But is both good and evil.
That which was, is.

It is the spirit of the living
And of the dead.
It is the brave, the cowardly, the smart, and the dumb.
That which was, is.

It is all that we can see, but more than we can understand.
It shall see all there is to see of you and me,
But never shall we see all there is of it.
That which was, is.

We lie in its womb
But were born in its heart.
We shall lie in its womb for all time.
That which was, is.

It is the final of frontiers
And the first of the home.
There is no forward, backward, up, nor down in its presence.
That which was, is.

We see what it was,
Not what it is.
But what it is is what it will be.
That which was, is.

Its beauty is eternal
And unsurpassable.
Yet it can be as deadly as it is beautiful.
That which was, is.

It has no purpose but to be.
Alone in the all
But never alone.
That which was, is.

It is.
But is it?
Am I?
That which was, is.