A sailing vessel, the vestige of past;
is traversing uncharted seas;
it’s wooden hull has managed to last;
it carries cargo, intended to please.
That vessel exists for a limited time;
designed to rot and decay;
from the beginning, by his design;
destined to pave the way.
We are
…Life is a most arduous journey;
with barriers along the way;
you almost need an attorney;
in order to negotiate each day.
Why does it all seem so trying;
does life’s stress have appeal?
Must we spend much time crying;
for this life to appear to be real.
Why
…Life is challenged with mountains to climb;
great oceans, with waters to swim;
but until I am able; my limits, define;
I won’t know where to begin.
Those great craggy rocks bring on my fears;
for its a long long way down;
and my dread of the water brings
The panoramic scene,
encompassed all in view;
leaves and grasses, green;
kissed by morning dew;
lush green meadows,
and mountains caught my eye;
my vision, teased by beauty,
made me want to cry.
What is this reality,
that challenges emotion;
creating the very ultimate
of maximum devotion?
What draws in
…Awareness is all about being;
creating all that we feel;
and though its present seems fleeting;
its past seems sad and surreal.
The future never existed;
all things have happened before;
though man has persisted;
he’ll always return for more.
The memories of love and yesterday,
nearly drive us
This world was created to end;
someday was a part of his plan;
twas an easy policy to defend;
considering the evils of man.
But how would it all take place;
considering how, composed;
by instituting time and space;
and sacrificing a perfect rose.
Time and space would limit;
all
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
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
