There was a fable; told long ago;
the ruler, an arrogant and foolish man;
knew everything there was to know;
and wore the finest clothes in the land.
Approached by a corrupt deceiver;
he was told of magic material;
when woven by this magical weaver;
made a spectacular garment ethereal.
We’ve often heard of the eye of the storm;
which refers to the middle of a hurricane;
the center in which peace and calm, form;
surrounded by death and destruction’s reign.
This eye is a metaphor of God’s creation;
disrupted by rebellions and treasons.
The Master surveyed
The Master created one and all;
granting faith to those who ask;
faith sufficed, before man’s fall;
its power, more than, up to the task.
Faith, endowed from the omnipotent one;
granted the children of God control;
imbued with the powers he’d given his Son;
faith empowered the
I’m living my life in multiple ways;
beginning first, in thought alone;
then, began growing on Spring days;
from the soil, with earth as home.
My mind dwelt in an energy realm;
the physical Light, became me;
my thoughts remained at the helm;
tho the physical was all you’
The Master is omnipotent and omniscient;
total control is within His grasp;
the Lord of All is in no way deficient;
no form of rebellion, could last.
His will is nothing, other than perfection;
and, by Him; His will shall become.
He can control and eliminate rejection;
making all of
Sadness is much like an ocean;
a wave of sorrow, mingled with grief;
a constant energy, filled with emotion,
from which there seems no chance of relief.
Appearing in the distance; mere thought,
it quickly envelops all that we be;
transforming us to becoming distraught,
the energy morphs itself into
I’d been on this path; seemed a long time;
and I’d finally adjusted to the wind;
I felt that this life path surely was mine;
not knowing what lay round the bend.
It hadn’t been easy; a struggle, for sure;
but I thought I was getting someplace;
We’ve heard the calm before the storm;
peace that surpasses understanding;
in good conscience, I must forewarn;
even in peace, life’s demanding.
Though storms in life, come and go;
they never stay gone for long.
Through them all, we seem to grow;
and that’s why all storms
