Life’s Most Difficult Season
I’m growing old; my body, breaking down;
trying to become the voice of reason;
most understand; when I act like a clown;
living in life’s most difficult season.
I often forget names; and sometimes, faces;
others, turn away, and just smile;
I’m
The Vanishing Kingdom
I feel as though I’ve lived many lives;
all rolled together as one;
my body battered; barely survives;
and the worst; yet to come.
I experienced it all; both love and hate;
in a kingdom; I’ve learned to despise;
I’ve seen its violence; and
The Ebb And Flow Of Civilization
Life is the river; that’s forever flowing;
it can’t remain static, or still;
becoming a forest of civilizations, growing;
in answer to the Master’s will.
We’re to become fruitful and multiply;
creating countless generations;
there; we’re to live; and
The Path Of Least Resistance
In the natural order; we resist all change;
most, have their own comfort zone;
finding comfort; what others deem strange;
each; reaping; what they’ve sown.
This world becomes a stage for a season;
we each, are prodigal actors;
sometimes, avoiding the voice of reason;
A Forgotten Memory
Some lives are destined to be documentaries;
so that others, who follow, can learn;
but, others, become forgotten memories;
our thoughts, are of no concern.
I find myself in that melancholy situation;
even though I have knowledge to share;
the mere thought of it; brings aggravation;
for
The Eternal Creation
Life is eternal; a universal consciousness;
and, tho the truth may seem odd;
truth is perfected love and righteousness;
created by a perfect God.
Consciousness of God; eternally existed;
creating the beginning of physical life;
the conflict of hate with love, persisted;
the battle of darkness and
Beyond Heaven’s Gates
Every day, a new life begins;
one, that is fresh and new;
one, with heartaches and sins;
and other baggage to accrue.
I wish I could take away all their pain;
tho such would be a mistake;
they’d lose the joy of dancing in rain;
In Darkest Night
In darkest night; I long to escape;
all the tragedies of my sin;
in the new dawn; I shall awake;
and God will invite me in.
Life is a scrapbook of human frailty;
loneliness leading to sin;
we can be whatever we choose to be;
but don’
