Quintessential Love

If my tears could constantly fall as rain;
flooding and drowning all sorrows below;
soothing and comforting all in pain;
leaving nothing but Love, left to flow.

If only I could love without thought;
not expecting any love in return;
mindful, of what such Love brought;
discovering, what He sent

An Insignificant Wildflower

Planted as a seed; it was given its role;
designed to grow and become;
not knowing what be its ultimate goal;
to someday be joined to the One

When it was a sprout, fresh from the ground;
it was much different than nearly all others;
it didn’t blend in

Night And Day

From a realm well beyond our sight;
we were transferred as babies below;
rebeling above, as the children of Light;
there was no other place to go;

The lower kingdom is evil’s home;
a place where we’re to learn;
sent there, for a season to roam;
to gain

Scrapbook Of The Mind

I open my scrapbook most every day;
viewing its pictures of every kind;
exposing its memories that always stay;
for it’s the scrapbook of my mind.

There’s not a physical scrapbook involved;
the picures are scrolling across my mind;
none of my past failures can be resolved;
to

Wasting Time

We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.

What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as tho time

Logic

Logic is quickly becoming extinct;
emotions are now taking over;
many would rather emote than think;
their minds don’t get much exposure.

Logic very often has little to say;
for all has been said long before;
it’s hard to explain why he’s that way;
for emotion will

A Father's Love

A father loves his daughters and sons;
very different from anyone else;
we’re filled with love for each one;
for they are each a part of ourself.

Anything their actions may amount to;
we’ll not, to anger,  be driven;
no matter whatever they ever do;
eventually, they’ll

Prodigal Victims

I’m riding a cloud of tranquility;
peace inhabits my mind;
I’m lacking the verbal agility;
my thoughts, carefully unwind.

The world surrounding is my creation;
there’s no one to blame, but me;
and so, it’s become my obligation;
that others, around me, might see.

When it’

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