Abject Poverty
We live in a world of abject poverty;
physical; and spiritual; as well;
things are not what they ought to be;
the earth is a spiritual hell.
Every day, truth becomes subverted;
honor is displaced with lies;
good and evil are totally inverted;
a smile is the devil’
Graveyards
Graveyards are filled with people, I’ve known;
the landscape of life has changed;
in this season of life; my soul has grown;
from physicality; I am estranged.
Buildings erected; other buildings, torn down;
families move from home to home;
at this stage of life; I feel much like
Physician, Heal Thyself
Most are aware of the great physician;
whose ability to heal was surreal;
if only we could make the transition;
all would be enabled to heal.
Most seek healing in a prescription jar;
tho all sickness begins in the mind;
few understand how wrong they are;
that’
Beyond Physicality
Love is the power to move mountains;
then; tumble them level to the ground;
Love created, ever flowing fountains;
with raindrops of life, falling down.
Love wasn’t meant to be a thought or feeling;
it’s an exquisite, creative, energy power;
its strength sends great mountains reeling;
Serving Two Masters
I’m living in two worlds; at the same time;
this physical place is a world of disasters;
while the upper kingdom; is thought, sublime;
they are ruled, by two different masters.
My physical self, is getting on in years;
a kingdom of thought knows no ages.
Behold A Visitor
Behold a visitor to Death’s bedside;
an aunt from a lifetime ago;
one who, in love; would always abide;
her love helped others grow.
My Mother and Father, I loved so much;
I felt I’d been a disappointment;
from both, came the depth of love’
Degredation Of Humanity
The world is sinking in abysmal despair;
all truth has been replaced with lies;
leadership has become an incestuous affair;
nobility is evil’s disguise.
Children of God; their nobility, sheared;
pacified sheep in a demonic sleep;
the God, we worship; no longer feared;
earth has become;
The Agony Of Growth
The pain seems, to me, totally unbearable;
I’m at a loss, to describe how I feel;
my garment, of pain; completely unwearable;
I can no longer sense what is real.
Many think that pain is God’s punishment;
for the many things I have done;
