Poems about God
Pilgrimage Of Love
I awaken each day in a search for significance;
while many others plan their vacation;
I look around me, at the infinite magnificence;
considering life an obligation.
There are so many things, we’ve taken for granted;
the lands, the seas, and the air;
always expecting they’
Beauty And The Beast
Within a creation of magnificent beauty;
resides the thoughts of an evil beast;
tho love and obedience; define our duty;
we allow evil to flourish and feast.
The beast was in the garden of our birth;
challenging the Master’s authority;
causing man to become banished
A Day In The Life
I live part of my life in terror;
of what is to happen next;
then, become a time wayfarer;
living on my past regrets.
Stage backdrops fly by in virtual waves;
life’s scenery, constantly changing;
structures of yesterday, unending decays;
behind, the stage curtain,
A Gift Of Purpose
Perhaps I’ve lived beyond my time;
not becoming who I’m to be;
failed to accomplish my soul’s design;
and, only purpose can set me free.
My body and spirit seem now separated;
with my thoughts floating in air;
no longer that being, the
The Second Time Around
Most all of us seek a second chance;
seeing how life seems to confound;
to show we’ve learned how to dance;
on our second time around.
Some believe that we only live once;
unlike the grasses and flowers;
temporarily, for a season, ensconced;
living, while
The Superficial Life
We each possess thoughts of heaven;
for it was the kingdom of birth;
deep recesses of mind now beckon;
our body, in the sphere of earth.
Energy formations, around us, abound;
granting the illusion of physicality;
tho the illusions of us, are profound;
we’re only pictures
The Sin Of Guilt
Sometimes, I carry the weight of a mountain;
an energy of guilt, that I cannot lift;
the Master’s love flows down like a fountain.
Perfection giving the perfect gift.
Supplanting our will, in place of the Master;
created the foundation of sin;
all are guilty;
Purveyors Of Lies
Stop to consider: “What’s in a name?”
the answer is plenty; it seems;
when attempting to confer false blame,
nightmares are made, out of dreams.
Truth is often, not a consideration;
fiction makes its own story;
few accept truth as their obligation;
when lies can lead
