The Phoenix
The Phoenix is a bird of ancient mythology;
for some cultures, symbolizing reality;
conflicting with the science of physiology;
becoming a picture of immortality.
The Phoenix was to live five hundred years;
burn itself into ashes; and be reborn;
death was the subject of modern man’s fears;
What Price For A Soul ?
For what price would you trade a life;
knowing a life’s purpose and goal;
what is the value of a husband or wife;
and, what would you pay for a soul?
Would you ransom a husband or wife;
or, maybe a daughter or son:
Vacation From Reality
My mind keeps wandering; day to day,
places my body can’t follow,
praying rescue shall come my way,
while, in sorrows, I wallow.
My thoughts enjoy a different place,
devoid of life’s disruptions,
within myself, I feel God’s grace,
without man’s corruptions.
I
…From A Spoiled Tree
We all have become the memories of strife;
mere remnants of human debris;
the spoiled love of both a husband and wife;
rotting fruits, from a spoiled tree.
Born as the children of promise and love;
apples of the Master’s eye;
created in a garden
Live In The Moment
We’ve been told to live in the moment;
for the now, is all we’re given;
we’re our own, most dangerous opponent;
for often, by pride, we’re driven.
We can’t dwell on all our yesterdays;
and don’t even think of tomorrows;
Living The Dream
How do we characterize life today;
is it a river, flowing; or a stream;
some believe we’re actors; in a play:
others think we’re living the dream;
Consciousness sees an outside kingdom;
a masterpiece designed for exploration;
transformed, into a demonic feifdom;
with demons in
God’s Hologram
Flowers of life, from a garden above;
with the tree of life in its midst;
filled with glorious leaves of love;
God’s children of glory, kissed.
Heaven; the kingdom of perfect thought;
Consciousness; created life’s story;
where righteousness was eternally taught;
where dwelt the King
For God Alone
I feel such love; welling up, inside;
my thoughts have been overrun;
the enormity of it; diminishes pride;
anticipating what’s yet to come.
For enemies; I feel only compassion;
knowing all the guilt that they have;
their love; they felt they must ration;
may forgiveness be
