Odds

John Prophet


What are
the odds
of your
existence?
Thousands of
generations
of your
ancestors
doing exactly
what they did.
If,
anywhere
along the line
someone turned
left
instead
of right,
you'd
not be here.
What are
the odds?
Incalculable.
Could you've
always existed?
Could your soul,
your essence
actually
be eternal?
Since a finite
mind can't
know
what the
infinite
makes possible.
Anything
is
possible.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 6th, 2017 06:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Edthepoet

    What's it like to wake up having never fallen asleep? Great poem JG. I often find these thoughts circling my brain.

    • John Prophet

      Hi Ed,

      Thank you for reading my work and taking the time to comment.
      I’ve just read several of you works. Very soulful. You have talent, keep
      at it.

      JG

    • orchidee

      I tried to work this all out, but a puff of smoke appeared off the top of my head. Me brain blew a fuse! ooh!

      • John Prophet

        Yup, that’s what happens when think 🤔 like this.
        Notice my picture. 😳

      • lasergraph

        Food for thought as we ponder that life long question of our own existence.

        • John Prophet

          Never ending room for exploration. Thank you for reading my work.

        • Louis Gibbs

          Fine probing for truths in this well written piece, JG. I enjoy your work.

          • John Prophet

            Thank you louis I appreciate that.

            JG



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