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Poems, Stories & Stuff

Short Stories...
The Patient
A Perfect Life
Midnight at Captain Tom's
The Shark Man
Setting Free the Moth

Poems...
A Warrior's Heart
I'll Remember Love
These Things I Pray
My Miracles
Differences
Raison D'Ítre

Prose...
Sailing Through Life
What's Become Apparent
The Wrong Wish

Raison D'Ítre
by Pat McDonald
© Pat McDonald 2002
all rights reserved

I don't know why I am here
But I am. At least as far as I can tell
I am here today.
This moment, the Universe, the All That Is, the Unnamable
Appears to have given rise -- to me!
And in this moment it seems I have talents, thoughts, ideas and dreams

Wonderous Universe!
Let me explore the illusory aspects of this thing I call me, and share them
With all the others who, like me, may not be here tomorrow
Yet appear to share my path today

I may not have a purpose, there may be no raison d'Ítre
But still, I am. I'm here right now.
I suppose that means I'm not done yet.