Poems about God
The Outsider
The world seemed so different, so austere;
what happened to cause all to change?
It made me different and filled with fear;
what had made all reality rearrange?
It looked all the same, but I was not;
I was suddendy out, looking in.
How did it get to
The Pain To Grow
Growth is always accompanied by pain;
for it is the limit; self-imposed;
while reaching out to achieve some gain;
for it’s how the body grows.
Every cell that’s within, keeps beseaching;
expanding to some self-appointed role;
in the spirit, we’re constantly reaching;
to
Reasons
It’s been said, Everything happens for a reason;
implying that all things are planned;
declaring that all things occur within season;
means that life is lived on demand.
Does destiny demand that everyone be born;
a blueprint, concealed in their heart;
and, is it destiny which has planted
Pray Without Ceasing
The Master knew we’d all be in need,
requiring his wisdom and power;
giving instructions, expecting we’d heed;
in order for wisdom to flower.
“Pray without ceasing,” the Master said;
an encouragement, more than command;
from day of birth, until, day of death;
but, most
A Time To Die
Life is a multi seasonal adventure;
usually lived over many seasons;
God acts as both judge and avenger;
never without acceptable reasons.
Into each life, adversity must come;
though sometimes it’s in disguise;
from weakness, within; many succumb;
for all have been caught by surprise.
A Time To Die
Life is a multi seasonal adventure;
usually lived over many seasons;
God acts as both judge and avenger;
never without acceptable reasons.
Into each life, adversity must come;
though sometimes it’s in disguise;
from weakness, within; many succumb;
for all have been caught by surprise.
A Universal Love
How on earth can a mind embrace;
loving thoughts of another being;
how may such thoughts take place;
if merely thinking becomes seeing?
If all of reality is just like a dream;
then each of our dreams may be true;
this stage of light is not as
A Sycamore Reborn
I was walking alone in the countryside;
nothing but grasses and trees, found;
no one to speak to me; only my pride;
tho lives were present, all around.
Everything was green, from a summer season;
with barns, the color of mellowed wine;
some barely standing; God knows
