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’
The Quicksand Of Depression
Most of us have felt the pain of depression;
without fully understanding its cause;
it occurs as the result of guilt regression;
one of perfection’s underlying laws.
In the beginning we were only energy;
given God’s gift of consciousness;
a soul; sculpted into what
We Get; What We Give
Many people; who believe they are just;
sometimes think; that God is unfair;
it comes from a lack of faith and trust;
others don’t think God is there.
We trust our judgment; above all others;
secure in the way that we live;
believing we’
I’m Feeling Diminished
I’ve become obscure in my old age;
when my life is nearly finished;
although a poet; I’m certainly no sage;
feeling somewhat diminished.
All around me, I view others success;
while failure has become my lot;
perhaps, I’ve tried too hard to impress;
