A Sycamore Reborn
I was walking alone in the countryside;
nothing but grasses and trees, found;
no one to speak to me; only my pride;
tho lives were present, all around.
Everything was green, from a summer season;
with barns, the color of mellowed wine;
some barely standing; God knows
A Solitary Life
All of life began within the womb;
where the script of being was writ;
we serve the Master, until the tomb;
faithfully following his script.
Lessons are learned; from those given;
and many, we never expected;
by internal forces, all are driven;
tho some lessons are rejected.
The Body Beautiful
We live in a kingdom where beauty attracts;
most, destined to live and die, as a pair;
a fictional reality caused, as light refracts;
an illusive kingdom, floating in air.
Beauty, itself, is a matter of perception;
all souls are really pure light;
the greatest beauty, escapes
Aging Process
Getting old is a most objectionable chore;
but time is an incorrigible opponent;
as it quickly flies by, I only want more;
but, time lets me know, I don’t own it.
I don’t ask for much; just to not slow down;
and that wrinkles won’t
A Life Of Failure
Most seek a life full of significance;
success, becoming their goal;
conflicting with One of omniscience;
creator of their eternal soul.
Many let their conscience be their guide;
the success they seek, eludes them;
while lust and pride, remain deep inside;
successful ventures, exclude them.
Others
…If The Shoe Fits
If the shoe fits; you must wear it;
for it carries you down the road;
if it’s a burden, I can lift; I’ll bear it;
for, we all, were meant for a load.
For, each lives in destiny’s employ;
God has a plan
Imagery Of God
All life is, indeed, a delicate flower;
fragility should be its name;
its very existence, is hour to hour;
and its beauty, is more of the same.
Such delicate beauty, by God employed;
was all destined to love and bond;
by storms of life, were flowers destroyed;
I May Not Agree
I may not agree with much that you say;
in thoughts, we may be worlds apart;
though you might never pass my way;
I still sense that you have a kind heart.
Intellect is the ability to process information;
each of us have it in some
