A Temporal Being
We’re sent here; from a realm, unseen;
created in a kingdom of thought;
our perceived reality, is but a dream;
we’re fools who must be taught.
Eternal wisdom is beyond our reach;
we are not here to earn it;
we’re here to learn; not to teach;
being taught to discern it.
We didn’t come, of our own accord;
our thinking has become seeing;
love becomes our eternal reward;
we are a temporal being.
Physical life was given us; to grow;
we were planted here as seeds;
all life is the ocean’s ebb and flow;
we are the garden’s weeds.
The Master’s garden has many weeds;
all must be rooted out;
the Master lovingly attends to needs;
faith must replace doubt.
This place is only our temporary home;
we’re destined to spend a season;
we are the prodigals, destined to roam;
only the Master knows the reason.
Each is scheduled a time to return home,
to the garden of thought above;
earth is a place for prodigals to roam;
death restores us to love.
Monty 11.11.25. # 3,046