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There is

the existence of time and everything in between

By Jeffrey SparksPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
There is
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There is structure in chaos

There is hunger found next to abundance

There is hope in loss

There is an individual isolated among us

There is a cure for an incurable disease

There is a solution to an unsolved question

There is a problem for which we have no remedy

There is much suffering before an accompanied lesson

There is an answer to a prayer after we fall to our knees

There is at least some merit in what we all choose to believe but

There is still a perceived randomness found in the stars

There is happiness and sadness present on Earth yet

We still search

Because

There is a reason to populate Mars

There is oil to be left in dirt

There is fertile soil after volcanoes erupt

There is redemption after we lose our trust

There is karma

There is luck

There is so much at risk and

There is so little left to chance

There is an unexpected circumstance

even among our best plans

There is empathy to be found

in another organism’s plight

There is a time to walk away and

There is a time to fight

There is a child’s first time

There is a man’s last stand

There is a couple’s first dance

There is a witness to birth

Sometimes from the very same eyes that have witnessed a human’s last breath

because there is life in death

and there is death in life

There is a chance that this is all a simulation and nothing you see is real

There is, however, never enough time, despite its infinite appeal.

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About the Creator

Jeffrey Sparks

Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.

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