GOD

God’s Aching Feet

It’s said we’re made in God’s image;
and I sincerely believe it’s true;
we are more than made in his lineage;
a separate part of him, we imbue.

We’re said to be God’s hands and feet;
and tho that seems

Transitioning Into Love

I am a child of the Master’s thought;
a whisper; becoming a shout;
a rebellious toddler; from infant, brought;
a love; begging to come out.

I began as a seed in the Master’s mind;
planted in his garden above;
I was most meticulously designed;
for

Look Within

We’re warned by the Master; not to judge;
it simply isn’t our place;
still, man judges; unwilling to budge;
lacking the Master’s grace.

Keenly aware of the sins; all around;
we become both judge and jury;
watching, for whatever evil is found;
we often react

Helpless

I struggle to find my purpose in life;
something that once seemed clear;
piercing the darkness of eternal night;
wondering if God will draw near.

I feel such an emptiness, deep inside;
for I am filled with regret;
embalmed with a truth; I cannot hide;
drowning in my own

Eternity Rising

Eternity is an infinite Consciousness;
a living, breathing reality;
controlled by love and righteousness;
spawning a form of duality.

Like a hurricane; spawning a tornado;
Consciousness created life;
an energy rhythm; an ebb and flow;
alternating peace and strife.

Consciousness was behind it all;
the founder of future

The Tyranny Of Dreams

Nobody ever really loves a tyrant;
tho it’s a matter of definition;
it’s often one who appears violent;
thus, gaining our recognition.

Many times it is someone different;
who upholds opposing views;
especially when they are vociferant;
in the arguments, we lose.

Tyranny wears

A Version Of Reality

Reality comes in all shapes and sizes;
diversity; a nickname for normalcy;
colors are whatever the mind apprises;
you look like you; I look like me.

Each life is a diverse shape of energy;
a structure of the Master’s thought;
most people are simply too