Poems about God
The Body Beautiful
We live in a kingdom where beauty attracts;
most, destined to live and die, as a pair;
a fictional reality caused, as light refracts;
an illusive kingdom, floating in air.
Beauty, itself, is a matter of perception;
all souls are really pure light;
the greatest beauty, escapes
A Life Of Failure
Most seek a life full of significance;
success, becoming their goal;
conflicting with One of omniscience;
creator of their eternal soul.
Many let their conscience be their guide;
the success they seek, eludes them;
while lust and pride, remain deep inside;
successful ventures, exclude them.
Others
…If The Shoe Fits
If the shoe fits; you must wear it;
for it carries you down the road;
if it’s a burden, I can lift; I’ll bear it;
for, we all, were meant for a load.
For, each lives in destiny’s employ;
God has a plan
Imagery Of God
All life is, indeed, a delicate flower;
fragility should be its name;
its very existence, is hour to hour;
and its beauty, is more of the same.
Such delicate beauty, by God employed;
was all destined to love and bond;
by storms of life, were flowers destroyed;
I May Not Agree
I may not agree with much that you say;
in thoughts, we may be worlds apart;
though you might never pass my way;
I still sense that you have a kind heart.
Intellect is the ability to process information;
each of us have it in some
Epiphany
Consciousness seems to travel in waves;
like the ocean’s ebb and flow;
seeking whatever it’s awareness craves;
there’s no place it cannot go.
Life is experienced in neverending layers;
each one, a complete world of its own;
many of us, fancy ourselves as its players;
ultimately
Drowning In Thoughts
I feel as though constantly taking in water;
though water isn’t even around;
sometimes my mind doesn’t wish to bother;
and, that only silence is found.
Drowning in thoughts of future or past;
without any sense of purpose;
how long can such impressions last;
thoughts
Peace, Be Still
The Creator of all, knew what was true;
of what His creation consisted;
all characteristics that made up his brew;
and so, He simply insisted.
For the weather He’d made to alter the day;
had quite suddenly come to a boil.
The awareness, within, wanted it’
