His Hands and Feet
If I could be God’s hands and feet;
what would I attempt to do;
only his will would I try to meet;
his spirit, attempt to imbue.
I’m in a body; while God is spirit;
a spirit has neither hands nor feet;
it’s
Poems about God
His Hands and Feet
If I could be God’s hands and feet;
what would I attempt to do;
only his will would I try to meet;
his spirit, attempt to imbue.
I’m in a body; while God is spirit;
a spirit has neither hands nor feet;
it’s
Surreal
What is that state, we call despair;
an isle of complete desolation;
nothing surrounds, but water and air;
leading only to consolation.
Later, while sleeping, scenes changed;
a substitute life, takes the dream’s place;
all of reality is subtly rearranged;
and destiny gives it all a new face.
Supply And Demand
Whatever we seek; it’s in supply;
very often found, close at hand;
on this fact of nature, you can rely;
it’s the law of supply and demand.
Whatever’s desired; it’ll be available;
upon all consumer’s demands;
a fact that’s totally unassailable;
Subordinates Of His Will
Have you ever experienced internal debate;
vacillating over important decisions?
If you have; then, perhaps you can relate;
to better understand debate’s reasons.
Usually, to such thoughts, we pay no mind;
its only a quirk in our personality;
eventually, we decide; becoming resigned;
and regard
Taking Dictation
Sometimes it seems, that when I write;
the words, somehow write themselves;
an external source, reveals the Light;
as though they were written by elves.
Such fanciful thoughts, make no sense;
for I don’t believe elves exist;
and yet, I must say, that in my defense;
such
Memories Forsaken
Many people have a fondness for the past;
there are so many things they’re missing;
some of the present should always last;
like a special person they’d be kissing.
But the past also contains much sorrow;
now memories, stored in the attic;
we must replace, with
No Longer About Me
When I was young, it was all about me;
what would my life be like;
who was I destined in this life, to be;
after I outgrow my bike.
Slowly I grew, to become a man;
my life turned into obligation;
each day started as daybreak
No Man Is An Island
No man is an island; and no man a god;
tho, many believe that they are;
attempting to replace a deity seems odd;
in fact, it’s totally bizarre.
Such a plan, was put forth by the serpent;
and he openly sought man’s complicity;