The Breath Of God
The breath of God held a special power;
casting down life from heaven above;
converting a mere seed to a living flower;
enhanced through His power of Love.
For what the Master breathed out;
wasn’t the oxygen we breathe in;
He’d removed all spector
The Calm Within The Storm
Every life is a storm of turbulance;
full of swirling winds and sound;
laden with unending restlessness;
laying waste; appearing hellbound.
Life is born of purpose and consequence;
not meant as a peaceful vignette;
not governed merely by circumstance;
birthed through sorrow and regret.
Physical
…The Bully Within
Nearly everyone has utter contempt for a bully;
only a very few, will allow him to slide;
we’d like to pull him up, feet first, by a pulley:
such thoughts, leave us laughing, inside.
And, yet, each of us has our own bully, within;
seeking those
The Bridge From Despair
All lives are exposed to pain and sorrow;
and endless trials, so difficult to bear;
tho we always hope for a better tomorrow;
we often sink into the pit of despair.
Despair is the valley of the shadow of death;
a treacherous reality lacking love or
The Goal Of Life
What is the main goal in your life;
what you’re most motivated to do;
is it to find a good husband or wife;
is that what’s important to you?
Or maybe your children are on top;
their success means everything to you;
and, if
The Greatest Love
Many a challenge, occurs in each life;
for which there’s no form of protection;
and, of all the various forms of strife;
I think I dread most, a rejection.
Words of love tendered to another;
whether by thoughts or deeds;
rejected; causing pressure to smother;
that
The Fools Of Despair
Sometimes this life is most difficult;
hardships, and tragedies; everywhere;
only be concerned of the final result;
or become, the fool of despair.
We think we are a completed being;
God’s perfect masterpiece; finished;
we’re paint; dripping and fleeing.
A Masterpiece, diminished.
We’re
…The Return Of Purpose
Is each life scripted, as a part in the play;
does Destiny assign every role;
does the Master direct what we do and say;
or, is that, the purview of the soul?
I find my thoughts to be outside of reality;
no longer a meaningful role
