The Windows of Life
When I was young; it was a different time;
I’d look in a department store window;
seeing both the practical and the sublime;
for it was Christmas time, in the snow.
The potential gifts, I saw; led me to dream;
becoming dreams of my tomorrow;
A One Sided Conversation
Several years ago; I sensed a revelation;
I felt that God wanted me to write;
my gift, of poetry, was to be a conversation;
so I labored intensely, into the night.
Sometimes, my thoughts were a constant flow;
sharing God’s wisdom from above;
I quickly
Immersed In Love
Creativity extends far beyond imagination;
waves of thought spring from God, above;
the Master’s wisdom brings forth causation;
all life has become immersed in love.
Feelings and emotions distort all reality;
an eternal creation yearns for peace;
peace brings about a season of neutrality;
allowing divisions
Why I’m Still Here
I do believe in perfection and purpose;
circumstance has nothing to fear;
surely a reason hides under life’s surface.
Dear Lord, why am I still here?
I am a prodigal; sent down from above;
a victim of my own foolish pride;
I think I’
A Visit With Wisdom
My eyes were closed; yet, my mind, awake;
while deeper thoughts; I beheld;
at first, I thought it a nightmarish mistake;
and so, my mind rebelled.
Sometimes my thoughts are an empty well;
bearing no wisdom within;
other times I can feel knowledge swell;
at a
A Stitch In Time
Some people refer to it as common sense;
timing is simply everything;
when a love relationshp becomes intense;
it becomes a time for a ring.
Repairs always done in the nick of time;
prevent more damage, being done;
workmanship is artwork of the divine;
handed down;
Not Even A Raindrop
Not even a raindrop can fall without purpose;
nor is there an errant flake of snow;
both are destined to reach reality’s surface;
both are required for life to grow.
Many trees grow tall just to capture the breeze;
while birds hide their nest on
Living In The Coccoon
I feel very much like a caterpillar;
crawling around, through life;
it seems much of my life was filler;
punctuated by sorrow and strife;
Life seemed an eternal competition;
striving, to be up to the test;
much of it became mere repetition;
competing to become the
