Making Waves
I’m riding the raft on the river of life;
unsure of where I am going;
I’ve lost a business, home, and a wife;
and yet, my mind keeps growing.
A form of destiny charted my course;
allowing that I make many choices;
all failures and sorrows
The Purpose Of Memory
Do you recall every job you’ve had;
all things, in this life, you’ve done;
all of those time, both happy and sad;
since this current life had begun?
Memory can be a very selective thing;
all recollections come in their season;
a deeper purpose,
Under Cover Of Sound
Outer darkness transformed into light;
eternal energies swirled all around
a new dawn, cancelled the dark of night;
all life became, under cover of sound.
Creation began under cover of night;
God’s very words gave us pause.
the Master said, “Let there be light”,
and,
Sharing Love
Most of us begin our life, only taking;
a baby, seldom thinks to share;
as we grow older, giving is painstaking;
even tho, most of us care.
When we’re motivated to think of others;
it’s mostly money, we’re willing to give;
showing we care about
God’s Revenge
He had given them most everything;
almost nothing was denied;
from his fount did all life spring;
no rebellion was implied.
His demand: they love each other;
was all he asked of them;
to care for each sister and brother,
was where they should begin.
Instead, they
…Poignant
What is it about thoughts that change to feelings;
that totally engenders the way that we feel;
much like removing the onion’s peelings;
exposing on the inside, intricacies of real?
It’s far more complex than good versus bad;
delving in the reality of what’s real;
and,
Sadness Cried
Are all of our feelings personalities;
each one, an actual being; an entity?
Perhaps they are drawn by analogies;
true beings of heavenly divinity.
When we feel deep feelings of joy;
could Joy be an angel of laughter;
one, whom our souls deploy;
traveling from a land hereafter?
Seasons Of Life
I recognized the house from a lifetime ago;
it was clearly etched in my mind;
it was a wintry day, midst a falling snow;
in the manner, memory’s designed.
In a sense it had been my life for a season;
where I grew up; laughed and
