Eating Alone
I entered a busy restaurant alone;
only two empty tables remain;
I normally choose to eat at home;
eating alone was not the same.
Several times, I ate at the same place;
with two unique men, sitting nearby,
they eventually invited I join their space;
I never figured
This Gift Is For You
God gives everyone a gift, that’s unique;
a talent; intended to be used;
when it is used; we reach our peak;
if not; God feels abused.
The talent, given; is not for its receivers;
its benefits are meant to be shared;
a form of
The Element Of Surprise
How can we plan; with any precision;
with destiny waiting to interfere;
can destiny supercede our decision;
does he even know we’re here?
Destiny is in the purview of the Master;
weighing what’s on our mind;
he can cause; or avoid any disaster;
often
The Rest Of The Story
I shared my story of a kitten named Skye;
a little bundle of love; sent from Glory;
I knew she was special; but didn’t know why;
so now; here’s the rest of the story.
My neighbor saw her; carried by her mother;
deposited
The Illusion Of Empty
We gaze at what seems an endless emptiness;
doted with an occaisional planet or star;
a nighttime view; just adds to our loneliness;
the illusion of empty: appears bizarre.
Its vastness has a most lasting impression;
making us feel insignificant and small;
this illusion of empty;
I Love Happiness
I am in love with happiness;
it always makes me smile;
tears flow from a sweet caress;
for a kiss; I’d walk a mile.
Happiness makes my world seem new;
nothing could cause me to frown;
for many; happiness is long overdue;
their world appears upside
The Obvious
Sometimes events are shrouded in mystery;
too often, the mystery seems ominous;
when despots seek to rewrite our history;
their demonic intent seems obvious.
The truth, long ago, became forgotten;
right and wrong; merely decisions;
though we are the family of God begotten;
we’ve acquiesced to history’
Poor Me!
I feel troubled and filled with sadness;
from all that has come to be;
bemoaning my fate, can lead to madness;
constantly thinking: poor me.
And yet; my sorrows seem to persist;
without any end in sight;
recalling; of what all my lifetime consists;
self pity makes an
