How Goes It ?
Where do we go; where is it, we’ve been;
what kind of road must we travel?
What are we up to, when we begin;
are we threatened it all will unravel?
Do any of us ever go anywhere;
or are we simply words on the page?
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GOD
Poems about God
Be Yourself
Why is it so many, want to switch places;
do they covet another’s occupation?
Or, perhaps they think if they trade faces;
it might improve their life station.
Would all of us like to change who we are;
are so many people dissatisfied?
Thinking ill of one’
Beyond Vision
Most think they live in a physical realm;
and their body is physical, as well;
but, the truth may tend to overwhelm;
this isn’t really the place they dwell.
This body is not actually who I am;
but who I’ve temporarily chosen to be;
instead, I’
Bullet
I gazed at a photo of empty faces;
taken a great many years ago;
all, standing, dutifully, in their places;
Spring had erased all fallen snow.
A family photo, for a church album, to be;
scheduled, well in advance;
all felt great sorrow; none could foresee;
everyone held in
Futility
Why is it that I was born to live;
if I’ve also been born to die?
Just what is it, my life can give;
there must be a reason why.
Why must I suffer growing pains;
or even any pain at all;
who benefits; where are the gains;
Seeds Of Faith
As beings comprised of consciousness;
where all manner of energies dwell;
created to become beings of righteousness;
competing with the energies of hell.
Faith is much more than information, taught;
it’s the seed of all truth; planted within;
an inner knowledge; by the Master wrought;
where
Two Spirits, Divided
Most consider themselves as an individual;
a physical being; powered by a soul;
the energy, within, they think is residual;
powering the body; its solitary goal.
Instead; each being is two spirits, in one;
two natures, in each one; resided;
a solitary entity, when time had begun;
Sprinkles Of Wisdom
In the early morn; before there’s light;
revelations begin to creep in;
it requires enduring the dark of night;
for sprinkles of wisdom to begin.
Evil has been busy, while we all sleep;
for the darkness is his special time;
it’s a bountiful harvest; evil