God has some wisdom He wishes to share;
but, He has chosen a fool to write it.
He could have chosen anyone, anywhere;
why would He choose me to confide it?
He could have selected a magical wordcrafter;
a spellbinder, guaranteed to catch your attention;
or sent down a wizard
Love comes about, as a tenuous breeze;
commanding very little attention;
suddenly asserting itself, like a sneeze;
its revealed, from another dimension.
What is the cause of such mutual affection;
is there some deeper connection of minds?
Overcoming all our basic fears of rejection,
it seems a cornerstone of divinity’
How does wisdom, differ from truth;
don’t both, simply express the same?
Truth is knowledge; Wisdom, its root;
bound up together in the Master’s name.
Wisdom is knowledge and understanding
fitting together, like hand in glove;
indwelling the one who’s commanding;
to rule with the wisdom of
Birthed in perfection, we became proud;
seeking to enhance our growth of power;
joining evil, while wrapped in a shroud;
not allowing perfection to flower.
Often, dishonesty creeps into our midst;
bringing about a loss of trust;
some, like Judas, are frauds, we’ve kissed;
but love, isn’t replaced,
What precisely is consciousness;
and why does it come and go?
It’s a secret for science to address;
for nobody seems to know.
We think that it’s gone when we sleep;
but that isn’t true; it’s still there;
still serving it’s purpose; tho hidden, deep;
I am simply a workman plying my trades;
planning to gain the fruits of my labor;
seeking out truths; defying charades;
it’s the fruits of the mind that I savor.
It has oft been said, that we are what we eat;
and are affected by whatever work we do;
I am a unique, and solitary soul,
creating reality, each step I take;
I’ve been assigned a special role;
one, that I dare not forsake.
I’m given the Master’s words to share;
gently whispered upon my mind;
sips of His water for those who care;
of how
Is the horseshoe able to feel the pain,
administered by the blacksmith’s hammer;
or, does life, alone, sense loss or gain;
from all of life’s hardships or glamor?
Does the hurricane hurt, blowing down trees;
or drown in the the flood waters, ensuing;
is there a force that
