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;
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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
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
…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 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
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.
A Seed of Life had always been there;
destined to become the Son of Man;
a garden metaphor became the where;
God commanded; and creation began.
From a thought the size of a mustard seed;
a visible universe came into being;
it was all the power the Master would need;
Ever suspected you’ve lived before;
that this isn’t your only time;
perhaps, you’ll even live once more;
your character, to refine.
Reality is an unbelievable complexity;
well beyond what we can imagine;
truths, the Master prevents, we see;
a reality, none can fathom.
We exist in two
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