Poems about God
Still Growing
Life was creating; it has always been;
consciousnesss cast its eternal seed;
it was never external; always within;
fulfilling creation’s need.
A tiny sprout rose out of the ground;
and the baby of life was born;
the newest heir to the throne, crowned;
this rose possessing a
Life’s Pinnacle
Life is the series of energy distortions;
bringing about consciousness;
the ebb and flow of endless proportions;
in love’s quest for righteousness.
Consciousness shares many dimensions;
many of them strictly subliminal;
all destined to express love’s intensions;
until they reach life’s pinnacle.
Perfection is
…It’s They Who Can’t See
I awakened to begin yet another day;
on a journey to become enlightened;
depending; God will show me the way;
I need not be troubled or frightened.
A world that’s very different; all around;
all sights and sounds are illusions;
life’s
Beauty Before Age
Some, opening doors, say “Age, before beauty,”
their egos totally engaged;
those walking through; think it’s their duty;
tho a few become outraged.
Most think the remark is simply light hearted;
but, many others see beneath its surface;
the feigned courtesy made them feel outsmarted;
arrogance
When Tomorrow Ends
Many of us live our lives for tomorrow;
for, today, we find is deficient;
currently full of heartbreak and sorrow;
surely tomorrow will be sufficient.
Quickly, tomorrow becomes today;
then; another tomorrow, we seek;
is there a tomorrow; to come and stay;
one; more pleasant, and unique.
All Leaves Must Fall
Leaves must fall in the proper season;
it’s part of the Master’s plan;
it isn’t our place to determine a reason;
such isn’t the province of man.
The tree of life; in the garden, planted;
created leaves in life’s image;
these
In The Morning
I came home somewhat late, last night;
my fatigue must have been showing;
I had become irritable, annoyed, and trite;
at a time when I felt I was growing.
What was it that somehow had taken control;
my thoughts must belong to somebody else;
perhaps, thoughts, belonging
Walking In Darkness
How can we ever discover truth;
living in the darkness of night?
We can’t expect to uncover proof;
until we have seen the Light.
Night is able to conceal all the truth;
evil usually starts with compromise;
suggesting the ungodly demand proof;
flooding the world with
