The face I saw in the mirror;
was unfamiliar to me;
and the voice others could hear,
was strange; who could it be?
The book of life; turned movie;
renders photos of us to see;
and it certainly might behoove me;
to believe it’s a picture of me.
In
…
Hello & Welcome to
The Cardboard Breadman
I want to pay tribute, while in disguise;
a poem lamenting someone dead;
but since we know that no one dies;
this one’s for the living, instead.
Sometimes we pay grateful praise;
to others when they’re dead;
but, empty words can’t spirits raise;
so tell them; when
Most people like to avoid confrontation;
they consider it not worth their trouble;
mulling thoughts, after much deliberation;
so many issues, can often befuddle.
So, we often decide to just walk away;
most of these issues will never be gone;
and as we’re leaving, we turn back to say:
How precious can it ever be;
that marvelous gift of sight;
enabling each of us to see;
a meadow of sheer delight.
The sun nearly blinds the eyes;
to announce a brand new day;
a moon and stars light the skies;
to help us find our way.
Beauty, around us
…How precious can it ever be;
that marvelous gift of sight;
enabling each of us to see;
a meadow of sheer delight.
The sun nearly blinds the eyes;
to announce a brand new day;
a moon and stars light the skies;
to help us find our way.
Beauty, around us
…Wisdom within creation;
leads to great beauty above;
while energy inclination;
leads to the beauty of Love.
Beauty is the result of energy;
beauty is wisdom’s son;
swirled together in synergy;
Beauty and Wisdom are One.
Outward beauty is only a tease;
real beauty is found inside;
beauty, outside;
We were created with freedom of choice;
by an omnipotent, omniscient Master;
but faced with another demonic voice;
the choice we made, was disaster.
With freedom, comes responsibility;
with kings, more of the same;
led by self appointed nobility;
the servants get all the blame.
We were created free to
…The Master was emphatic that we not judge;
declaring Perfection should throw the first stone;
on that occaision; no one would budge;
and the sinner was left standing alone.
Curious, how little we’ve absorbed his word;
given so very many lifetimes ago.
His modern followers seem not to have