Poems about God
The Thunderstorm
The forcast was made; we all were prepared;
dark clouds began rolling this way;
the winds carrying dust, made vision impared;
as the thunderstorm blackened the day.
The winds gathered up much dirt and debris;
as the raindrops peppered the window pane;
though now, over land; it began
The Stage Is Empty
The stage is empty; the actors are gone;
scenery and props have been changed;
but, the life of the theater, continues on;
its schedule and markquee, rearranged.
Most actors of the last plays’s production;
have left, and gone down the road;
new ones come in;
The Sphere Of Life
I’m on a lifelong, arduous mission;
attempting to prove reality is round;
fully commited to prove my position;
only by death, can the truth be found.
Much like in the past, we’re pioneers;
sailing to find the breadth of its girth.
Some, with taunting
Life’s Mystique
Life has never been what it seemed;
it far surpasses most any critique;
going well beyond all we’ve dreamed;
for life carries its own mystique.
Life has been characterized: a book or play;
but, that doesn’t describe its essence;
embodying scenes of both night and
The Faceless Man
Most, to identify, focus on the face;
not seeing it; we won’t have a clue;
it’s the one feature you cannot erase;
for no other feature, will do.
We could stare at the hands and feet;
but they pretty much look the same;
it’s
The Relevancy Of Faith
Faith is a word, very often bandied about;
inferring a connection with God, above;
sometimes, whispered; others, by shout;
in either case; it’s a connection of love.
Understanding Faith is a part of life’s search;
presenting conflicts with which all grope;
it’s the
The Joke Is On Me
When I was young, I was among believers;
I sought God to come into my life;
a world, around me; filled with deceivers;
a kingdom divided, by hate, and strife.
I felt the tug, that came from the Master;
there was something special I was
A Number 2 Pencil
I’m a floating stream of the Master’s Light;
consciousness, describing what ought;
not allowing my dreams to fade into the night;
absorbing all love that the Master taught.
Most of my life, I had dreamed of writing;
yet, found myself on a different path;
