Poems about God
The Turmoil Within
Most of us search for calm and peace;
expecting, soon we shall find it;
instead we feel life’s pressures increase;
without knowing how to confine it;
The world is in constant turmoil all around;
and, we don’t even know where to begin;
outside: a thunderstorm
A Destiny To Recall
I was destined to die a long time ago;
pushed by a loved one, related;
but the Master demanded it not be so;
and so that death was abated.
The mind recalls what we are to see;
for some thoughts we’re unprepared;
we remember what
The Thorn On The Rose
What was the process; by which speech began;
who taught all lives to speak;
transmitting thoughts; from man to man;
sound made words unique.
All life in creation; first began with thought;
words were the Master’s foundation;
from thoughts; to words; reality was wrought;
Poetic License
Pardon my unique manner of expressions;
my words seem a form of contrivance;
sometimes, to convey personal impressions;
I take advantage of poetic license.
It’s not that we poets are permitted to lie;
it’s rather that we live in thin air;
I intentionally write, what makes
No Soul Ever Sleeps
The soul is an eternal life creation;
a permanent consciousness;
given the Master’s gift of salvation;
and promise of righteousness.
Souls came from a Divine Consciousness;
becoming a part of reality;
lacking in love; and righteousness;
sent to an earthly duality.
The soul is the
…The Kingdom Of Sleep
Sleep is a transitional kingdom of life;
in between heaven and hell;
where thoughts travel to end all strife;
and visions of love; often dwell.
It’s hard to imagine; that sleep is a place;
leaving physical images behind;
sleep might be thought a season of
The Kingdom Of Words
It’s been said; “Actions speak louder than words.”
But, from words, all actions begin;
transforming thoughts into nouns and verbs;
all creation began from within.
Languages flourished in the garden of life;
but every rose had a thorn;
every soul had a husband and wife;
Where Has Love Gone ?
Much of life; I had someone to love;
someone to help me, carry on;
energies raining from heaven, above;
suddenly love is now gone.
Babies, once, were the focus of our love;
we grandly celebrated their birth;
generally acknowledged; gifts from above;
now, many don’t
