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Sheep Of Light

Sheep Of Light

What purpose hath suffering brought;
to life’s ancient wanderers;
has it raised ideas to be taught;
punctuated by plunderers?

Do endless sorrows add some purpose,
to love’s enduring embrace;
or other motives lie neath the surface;
planning to take love’s place?

The world lies

Serendipity

Serendipity

A time long ago; when I was young;
and Spring was in the air;
perhaps, a life, before this had become;
my energy goes everywhere.

Tho I don’t remember lives of the past;
those fragments of memory remain;
serendipitous events, in the mind lasts;
the ballad of life’

The Binary Creation

The Binary Creation

In the beginning, was the Word;
God, alone; when all was begun;
creation and Creator were blurred;
as both morphed together as One.

The Word was a thought from a mind;
destined to become a binary creation;
all thoughts, were, in heaven, confined;
Love was God’s

The Best Teacher

The Best Teacher

Many seek out books in order to learn;
for there is knowledge, within;
but much about its author, you can’t discern;
you can’t even know where to begin.

Is the book’s author telling the truth;
or even know what he’s talking about;
do

The Back Of The Class

The Back Of The Class

When young, I was small for my age;
a target for a bullying terrorist;
I sought to hide; rather than engage;
for a fear of becoming embarrassed.

Insecurity was hidden within my being;
I wanted to fit in with the crowd;
preferring, not to be

A Bump In The Road

A Bump In The Road

I was driving down that road less traveled;
til I hit the proverbial bump in the road;
the jolt I received, made reality unraveled;
and my crash added injuries to my load.

Such unexpected bumps add insult to injury;
embarassment suddenly rises to surface;
which

Time's Ebb And Flow

Time’s Ebb And Flow

Time creates life from a single seed;
and light from darkness, as well;
time, causes the wounded to bleed;
for time casts an unending spell.

In its fullness, time’s everything;
nothing comes or goes, without it;
birth to death; and all in between;
in

Those Who've Come Before

Those Who’ve Come Before

To those who’ve come before;
and will come again thereafter;
may your lives not be a chore;
but always be spiced by laughter.

May your life be an unending feast;
from each of its inceptions;
and you be regarded the least;
and maintain the

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