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Chapters Of The Mind

Chapters Of The Mind

Consciousness is the book of life;
thoughts divided into chapters;
with pages of joy, anger, and strife;
in our dreams; we’re the actors.

We dream of seasons of physicality;
often, emotionally shaken;
death returns our thoughts to reality;
causing the soul to awaken.

Chapters draw

The Master Of My Fate

The Master Of My Fate

What is this mystery referred to as fate;
was it designed as my destiny;
some special future; which I must await;
about whatever is best for me?

Did not the Master give me free choice;
are we not to live at our own accord;
or,

A Petulant Child

A Petulant Child

Life is a never ending ebb and flow;
presenting itself in stages;
childishness seems to come and go;
as each life turns its pages.

It’s understandable; when we’re young;
for a child is our true identity;
when we get older; we then become;
a petulant

Water To Wine

Water To Wine

Many focus on the miracles of Scripture;
clearly they’re all divine;
a miracle at a wedding paints a picture;
Jesus turning water to wine.

Throughout his entire earthly lifetime;
his miracles intensified;
many much greater than water to wine;
the greatest; when he died.

The greatest

The Exception

The Exception

There is little worse than being alone;
it’s a feeling unlike any other;
an empty house can’t be a home;
devoid of a spouse or lover.

Although I have love for many others;
most of them don’t really count;
relatives and friends can’t replace

An Empty Soul

An Empty Soul

Every soul began its long journey at birth;
filled with the Master’s love;
thoughts became illusions of light on earth;
leaving behind a sepulchre, above.

The soul was a womb of God’s protection;
it’s thoughts were exiled below;
the soul was the seed, of

When I Get Home

When I Get Home

I feel the ravages of the storms of life;
sensing the end drawing near;
you were sent as my perfect wife;
I only dream you’re still here.

You left me, so many years ago;
tho it wasn’t really your choice;
our love barely had

I Love You, Darling

I Love You, Darling

I love you, darling; tho you don’t know;
I’m simply a face in the crowd;
we were both sent here; that we grow;
so, I declare: “I love you”; aloud.

Waves of energy; we come and go;
this season has kept us apart;
here

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