In This Human Frame
This poem is about the strange experience of being in a human body.
Why am I in this human frame
That is at birth given a name?
Isn’t this name only a handle
And this body but a ‘brief candle’?
If the body is my true abode
Then why does it feel like a load
That I have to drag around
And keep above the ground?
In poor health we often feel
As if we’ve made a bad deal
Had we known of the pain on earth
Would we have consented to our birth?
Even in good health this form
Must to nature’s laws conform
And this world, with its confines,
Many a great plan undermines
Why do we ever dream about flying
When we have to think about dying?
Why dream about love, joy, and peace
When conflict never seems to cease?
Well, no one gets out alive
From this smoke-filled dive
And if there’s a reason to be here
I hope it will soon be made clear
Can we in the end redeem
Energy used on a vain scheme?
Or do all our efforts become dust
As all we build and buy turns to rust?
Surely, behind all our outward plans,
Is a hidden purpose that still stands
And despite our stumbling and detours
There is some good work that endures
So, while in this human frame,
It should be our continual aim
To act in a way that is good for all
And to get back up when we fall
For when we do err
We need not despair
For there will always be the One
Who’s more reliable than the sun
And death is not the end of our way
For it only conceals a doorway
That opens to welcome our soul
As it unites in bliss with the Whole