Poems about God
The Alien
Although the surroundings appear familiar;
something about them seems strange;
reality has tranformed to a realm, most peculiar;
tho I’m unable to assess the change.
Other faces are losing their familial connection;
my eyes drink their energies in;
tho my mind senses some societal rejection;
a new
Revelations
Darkness prevails over the creation;
even when daybreak begins;
evil continues to gain saturation;
continuing to count his wins.
Sunrise brings us a brand new day;
causing new hope to be born;
while evil continues to have sway;
and many new sheep are shorn.
Hope is held captive in
…Sheep Of Light
What purpose hath suffering brought;
to life’s ancient wanderers;
has it raised ideas to be taught;
punctuated by plunderers?
Do endless sorrows add some purpose,
to love’s enduring embrace;
or other motives lie neath the surface;
planning to take love’s place?
The world lies
…Serendipity
A time long ago; when I was young;
and Spring was in the air;
perhaps, a life, before this had become;
my energy goes everywhere.
Tho I don’t remember lives of the past;
those fragments of memory remain;
serendipitous events, in the mind lasts;
the ballad of life’
The Binary Creation
In the beginning, was the Word;
God, alone; when all was begun;
creation and Creator were blurred;
as both morphed together as One.
The Word was a thought from a mind;
destined to become a binary creation;
all thoughts, were, in heaven, confined;
Love was God’s
The Back Of The Class
When young, I was small for my age;
a target for a bullying terrorist;
I sought to hide; rather than engage;
for a fear of becoming embarrassed.
Insecurity was hidden within my being;
I wanted to fit in with the crowd;
preferring, not to be
A Bump In The Road
I was driving down that road less traveled;
til I hit the proverbial bump in the road;
the jolt I received, made reality unraveled;
and my crash added injuries to my load.
Such unexpected bumps add insult to injury;
embarassment suddenly rises to surface;
which
Those Who’ve Come Before
To those who’ve come before;
and will come again thereafter;
may your lives not be a chore;
but always be spiced by laughter.
May your life be an unending feast;
from each of its inceptions;
and you be regarded the least;
and maintain the
