Becoming
A word is only a link to a thought;
it’s nothing more; nothing less;
to the fore, a transition is brought;
a creation planned to bless.
The Word was a bang; a flash in the night;
the truth; evil was fearing;
God simply spoke the miracle of Light;
a creation; suddenly appearing;
Suddenly the Word exploded into Life;
the word transitioned to illusion;
all, within the stillness of a starlit night;
creation had reached its conclusion.
All creations are conceived in thought;
nothing ever happens by chance;
through the will of God, all is brought;
destiny gets blamed for circumstance.
Such a concept, to us, seems inconceivable;
tho computers today, do a similar thing;
it should be apparent; and totally believable;
the powers that energy can bring.
Miracles are truths; we don’t understand;
our knowledge is too confined;
accidents don’t happen; they’re planned;
destiny; discreetly designed.
No child born, faces death by chance;
there’s a reason, that all must cry;
ignore the illusions and false romance;
for, all to become new; must die.
Monty 7/19/23 # 1,688