We Who Know So Little

We Who Know So Little

Wisdom is the most valuable energy;
more precious than silver or gold;
knowledge combines to form  a synergy;
and make limitless power unfold.

Man considers himself particularly wise;
creating his self driving cars;
the Master laughs out loud from the skies;
for, God created the

Touch Of Love

Touch Of Love

When all alone, we try to make friends;
eveyone needs someone to talk to;
a shadowy mist, often, subtly descends;
many, are married; and won’t do.

I often shop when there’s nothing to buy;
since, I already have what I need;
I returned to my

The Essence Of Pride

The Essence Of Pride

I was taught to always do my very best;
be proud when work was completed;
but now, I’m faced with the ultimate test;
all that pride must become deleted.

God has given me a marvelous gift;
planted surreptitiously inside;
writing has given an emotional lift;

The Essence Of Being

The Essence Of Being

Consciousness is the eternal mystery;
essence of all that’s said and done;
more than the compilation of history;
it’s eternity coalescing into one.

The essence of Being; present and past;
for Being exists, detached from time;
Being has been; and, forever, will last;
Being

When Two Become One

When Two Become One

In the beginning; there was the word;
reality, was one single entity.
When God spoke; everyone heard;
God is the Truth: the divinity.

Man was originally made in God’s image;
both male and female, together;
created to become, in the Master’s lineage;
where they

Bad Temper

Bad Temper

Many seem to have a volitile disposition;
it often shows up in sports;
easily frustrated by competition;
losing; puts them out of sorts.

Bad tempers are also displayed by drivers;
you’d best stay out of their way;
they’re frustrated red light survivoirs;
who always have something

Evil Circumstance

Evil Circumstance

Is our life destined; to be what will be;
or do we all make our own choices?
Was each one created to always be free;
or designed, to be, God’s voices?

Are we puppets; and, God, the puppeteer;
pulling our strings; to make us dance;
or; must

An Orphan Of God

An Orphan Of God

What ever happened to innocence;
did she die, or simply move on?
The helpless victim of love’s impotence;
it’s hard to believe, she’s gone.

She stood convicted; without any trial;
her sentence wouldn’t be lenient;
an orphan of dreams; considered vile;
her

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