Spaghetti time

We emerge into human consciousness
inside a strand of spaghetti
and travel along
experiencing events
all through the medium
of pasta.
We travel along
our allotted strand
till, reaching the end,
we break free
into eternity.

But God sees time differently.
His workbench is heaped with spaghetti
and he smiles with pleasure
over each piece which glows
with the love of
human goodness
and sighs and weeps
over evil thoughts
and foolish deeds
as he plaits and weaves
them all together
making the best possible world
of what free will has left
of his perfect creation.


About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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