GOD

To Be Loved Once More

I feel, in my soul, so emotionally young;
I so dread what remains in store;
discouraged and sad at what life’s become;
I wish I could love, once more.

Memories remind of those I’d cherished;
some, to love; others; as friends;
many, very

The Observer

My life has taken a new perspective;
I don’t even know where to begin;
today; I have become more objective;
I am now an observer; looking in.

I’ve not lost my zeal; life is magnificent;
its wonder and beauty, surrounds;
I’ve simply become a bit

Thoughts Expressed

Imagination brings forth its image;
thoughts become crystal clear;
from a child of the Master’s lineage;
whispers to a loved one’s ear.

From depths, within; ascends our role;
love’s mystery tends to confound;
eternal love; the purpose of the soul;
God’s whispers; the only

Beyond Reality

We often speak of beyond the rainbow;
but, where is it, a rainbow ends;
we can’t measure where reality goes;
or whether it ascends or descends;

Our only certainty is consciousness;
we think; so we know we are;
on a pilgrimage to righteousness;
a seemingly unreachable star.

Inspirations

What preceeds thoughts timely flow;
from where do our ideas come;
somewhere, within us; seems to know;
what is; or what can be done.

Many; braggadocious; claim preparation;
they’ve studied; and know everything;
ideas constantly flow; from concentration;
from within them; inspirations spring.

Things that inspire appear all

The Emissary

All of life; my soul has been a wanderer;
in search of some vague destination;
in all of its storms; lightning and thunder;
I’m searching for personal validation.

I’ve lived; loved; succeeded; and failed;
mostly in search of other’s acclaim;
it matters little; whether cursed

The Day God Made

Every today is the day the Master created;
it would never come about without Him;
all thoughts and feelings become satiated;
even though so many of us doubt Him.

We owe God our love; honor and devotion;
without Him is only an endless night;
the Master

What’s Up

I am writing to tell what’s going on;
what is facebook going to do next;
fb really hates to be just going along;
and so, it invents a new pretext.

Originally it accused me of plagiarizing;
stealing the writings of someone else;
such foolishness I don’