A Picture Of God
I see all the beauty of the world around me;
wondering, how it all came about;
the Great Artist painted whatever was to be;
His palette of colors; turned inside out.
The creation; a kaleidoscope of color;
spectacular; beyond compare;
a masterpiece; well beyond any other;
This Morning I Cried
Sometimes I feel the weight of the world;
metaphorically speaking;
I’m thinking ahead, to the afterworld;
this life seems so fleeting.
Aware of the toxic baggage I carry;
I often try, to just hold it inside;
within me is joy; tho thoughts be wary;
and
The Light Of Day
Daytime is a season for seeing the truth;
darkness conceals most lies;
many spend their lifetimes; seeking proof;
distortion; life’s favorite disguise.
Many; think they have something to say;
considering themselves to be smart;
wisdom’s dawn, brings the light of day;
exposing their sin
Life As A Toddler
I started out this life as a baby;
with all knowledge concealed;
playing with toys you gave me;
slowly some truths, revealed.
Rapidly moving my hands and feet;
I slowly learned how to crawl;
trying to stand; I fell on my seat;
my voice began as
The Hurricane Called Life
All thoughts are within the eye of hurricanes;
where the Consciousness of God is found;
from this kingdom of peace; the Master reigns;
with angelic beings, all around.
Beyond that eye; where the demons all dwell;
truth is supplanted with lies;
the kingdom of earth is
My Secret Love
We each have a special secret love;
one which none can know;
a special energy flows from above;
helping our soul to grow.
Some that we love, have been unfaithful;
a guilt, that each of us share;
nothing requires that we become hatefull;
we’ll only find
Equality Is Perfection
The oyster is a picture of the creation of man;
a grain of sand; within earth’s tomb;
but, that was a mere step in the Master’s plan;
that grave transitioned to a womb.
That grain of sand was born in perfection;
a composite replica of
All The Answers
Have you met anyone who knows everything;
if not; they can usually be easily found;
you’ll find them as helpful as a bee sting;
then, wish that they weren’t around.
Once they start talking; they cannot stop;
their monotone, you may find annoying;
they’ll
