GOD

The Lonely Season

I have faced life’s forces of needless antipathy;
conflicts occuring without reason;
having discovered true love’s proclivity;
I’ve entered life’s lonely season.

Love is the undercurrent of life’s every wave;
it is the gold standard, all seek;
there is no adversity, we’

Nostalgia

Why do so many just yearn for the past;
becoming that not so secret longing?
It seems, to many, that good times never last;
is nostalgia our lack of belonging.

What is that attachment to home sweet home;
permanently etched in our mind;
especially in old age; when we’

Whispers Of Silence

Sometimes we sense thoughts on our mind;
that seem to come from a distance;
whispers of silence; from a kingdom, divine;
a sign of the Master’s insistence.

It seems as tho they’re thoughts of sound;
although they come from within;
my consciousness senses them, all

My Best Foot Forward

Why is it; we hurt the ones we love most;
the ones we most want to protect?
Temptation is a vile and unyielding ghost;
that should always be suspect.

My life was a relentless search for truth;
righteousness was my goal;
temptations exposed me; with proof;

The Great Pretenders

Who are these people referred to as stars;
what makes them a step above;
they bask in luxury and own fancy cars;
often it’s themselves, they love.

Actors make their living by make believe;
like children; they play many a role;
many are more devious than

The Womb Of The Soul

In the beginning, it was God, alone;
without him; nothing existed;
his Consciousness was creation’s home;
his constant thoughts persisted.

All were created and brought into being;
according to his master plan;
heaven is the kingdom of thought, unseen;
within it; all life began.

Doubt

Why are many people so dissatisfied;
that it causes others to lament?
Evil has somehow become glorified;
we live in a world of discontent.

Many have embraced a godlessness;
thinking what’s done, doesn’t matter;
fewer, each year, seek righteousness;
their lives have become a ladder.

Most pay

Yesterday’s Dust

I’m a molecule of being; blowing in the wind;
my significance; fading away;
my days in the spotlight, have come to an end;
I am the being of yesterday.

An insignificant fleck of yesterday’s past;
blowing in the wind; moving on;
my physical being was