Love's Power

In Eden’s garden, that fateful day;
in the heavenly realm above;
the Master’s energy came into play;
birthing a power called love.

More impactful, than that of man;
for it’s the glue of all creation;
an essential part of the Master’s plan;
the power behind salvation.

Ghostly Mist

I am a child; offspring of the King;
ageless, and bearing little worth;
doing my best, Wisdom to bring;
for it was my purpose to birth.

I’ve traveled this road many times before;
attempting to love and to share;
now, I find myself traveling it once more;
to show

Faith In Grief

Lord, I humbly pray for relief;
for I simply can no longer hide;
the depth of my unending grief;
is all of my Love, multiplied.

I’m shaken to the very core of belief;
for all life is held in your hand;
and I patiently pray for your relief;
to

In The Cloud

There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.

Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for

Motives Are For Others

I often wonder why others plan,
those things they desire to hide;
often thinking I’d like to scan;
to discover their motives inside.

But motives are designs by others;
not made for my eyes to see;
thoughts of sisters and brothers;
not meant for the likes of me.

What

Each Day As The Last

Live each day, as if, the last;
let love be your goodbye;
only this persona has passed;
to soul, death doesn’t apply.

We’re here to build each other;
to strengthen love’s holy bond;
to build up sister and brother;
for future journeys, beyond.

It isn’t a

What's In A Word

What is contained within a word;
how is it that it holds such power?
It seems more than a bit absurd;
a word can become man or flower.

A word is the mode of transition;
the pearl derived from the clam.
A manner of material transmission;
such a Word, becoming

Eternal Life

Death casts his ominous shadow;
into the lower realm;
a threat he was willing to bestow;
knowing he stood at the helm.

His loyal subjects were there to serve;
at the throne of the god of death;
not knowing they were his hors d’oeuvre;
well beyond their last breath.

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