Before all of our lives began;
we were not a part of a mold;
each given a plan, within;
one, our soul has been told.
All of us are each unique;
a plan was devised just for me
no others may even critique;
they know not what that plan may
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The Cardboard Breadman
If I’d only been given an artist’s gift;
my paintings impresss every eye;
I’d have power; other spirits to lift;
selling paintings, for which to die.
If I’d been given skills to catch a ball;
several touchdowns I’d score each game;
I would have the
There is a place called tomorrow;
and we will all reach it someday;
on its wisdom we all can borrow;
for tomorrow was yesterday.
There is a future called yesterday;
and also; a today called tomorrow;
in heaven, yesterday will stay that way;
and today is the burial plot of
We’ve blessings, we’ve yet to discover;
hidden very carefully; deeply within;
dimminished capacity; unable to uncover;
we don’t even know, where to begin.
Sometimes they’re hiding in plain sight;
we still don’t know that they’re there;
we, who seldom know wrong from right;
cannot
Winds are breezes of feelings with power;
all meant to insult the mind;
some are sweet; with the scent of a flower;
while others; designed as unkind.
In a world of thoughts, they serve a purpose;
promting all minds to respond;
with more impact than words on the surface;
they
When you’ve gone where others failed;
and still not known success.
Your useless anecdotes, regaled;
still helpless to impress.
Tears flooding down your face;
and failure clear in view;
appraising your own disgrace;
attempting something new.
The footsteps you’ve been following;
have, each one, run out;
and the
Perfection: the infinity of all;
it will never, ever be found;
elevation above our call;
perfected love all around.
A goal worthy of God, only;
attainable by none other;
a space, elevated and lonely;
a dream for man to discover.
A throne where Love is king;
never to be dethroned;
Perception is a strange energy device;
helping us to understand where we are;
sometimes it seems to merely entice;
making reality itself seem bizarre.
Truth so seldom stands out in the open;
it hides in the rear of the classroom;
leaving us hopefully scratchin and gropin;
in order to discover