A Long Winding Road

A Long Winding Road

My life was meant to be, a long winding road;
climbing from a chasm; in a valley, below;
my luggage of failures was a most heavy load;
but, I needed to carry them; to grow.

I thought that the road was a physical place;
but, it

Unloved

Unloved

Many times in my life; I felt all alone;
it seemed such an empty feeling;
almost as though I had lost my home;
a lack of love sent me reeling.

Love is the essence; the purpose of life;
emptiness comes, with its passing;
such as the loss of a

The Caricature

The   Caricature

He slowly hobbled down the aisle of the store;
a walking stick lending support;
and when it seemed he could go no more,
he responded with a timely retort.

For all those around him, knew him well;
were surprised that he just kept on going;
how long he

The Cloister Called Earth

The Cloister Called Earth

Life is the culmination of evil and good;
we’re destined to experience both;
our purpose of being; not often understood;
we cannot live, without growth.

Life was created in two dimensions, together;
awareness; focused on one at a time;
destined to transition, and live on,

The Breath Of God

The Breath Of God

The breath of God held a special power;
casting down life from heaven above;
converting a mere seed to a living flower;
enhanced through His power of Love.

For what the Master breathed out;
wasn’t the oxygen we breathe in;
He’d removed all spector

The Calm Within The Storm

The Calm Within The Storm

Every life is a storm of turbulance;
full of swirling winds and sound;
laden with unending restlessness;
laying waste; appearing hellbound.

Life is born of purpose and consequence;
not meant as a peaceful vignette;
not governed merely by circumstance;
birthed through sorrow and regret.

Physical

The Bully Within

The Bully Within

Nearly everyone has utter contempt for a bully;
only a very few, will allow him to slide;
we’d like to pull him up, feet first, by a pulley:
such thoughts, leave us laughing, inside.

And, yet, each of us has our own bully, within;
seeking those

The Bridge From Despair

The Bridge From Despair

All lives are exposed to pain and sorrow;
and endless trials, so difficult to bear;
tho we always hope for a better tomorrow;
we often sink into the pit of despair.

Despair is the valley of the shadow of death;
a treacherous reality lacking love or

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