Poems about God
A Puppet On A String
I feel like a puppet, dancing all about;
tethered to a Master, guiding my path;
frustrated, disconnected; ready to shout;
is he the Master of Love; or wrath?
Although I don’t hear voices speaking to me;
many thoughts seem placed on my mind;
the
Getting Even
Most everyone has been hurt by someone;
in some cases, we’re devastated;
evil has been done since time had begun;
and, getting even is complicated.
Evil is the fool, who’s not very smart;
not thinking of what lies ahead;
his actions pierce his victim’s heart;
A Servant’s Love
If I could cause, just one person to smile;
it would be well worth my pain;
I could endure my sadness for quite a while;
if my sorrows can lead to their gain.
If I could lift the spirits of someone sad;
and share the energy
The Birth Of Wisdom
Thoughts are energy concentrations;
flowing to and fro, on the mind;
keeping us mindful of our obligations;
that’s how thoughts are designed.
All thoughts are created in the Master’s image;
Consciousness is God designed;
we’re begotten children of God’s lineage;
to our
The Hologram
From the alternate reality above;
He is the King of perfection;
governing with power and love;
the world: His holographic projection.
How did this universe come about;
how did it ever come to be?
We’re told, it came with a shout;
and Light brought a world to
The Growth Of Wisdom
Knowledge and wisdom are not the same;
one is awareness; the other, discernment;
a lack of the latter, is what’s to blame;
for great wisdom requires internment.
Knowledge is not meant for dissemination;
there exists within it, a time and purpose;
wisdom requires personal discrimination;
The Growth Of Wisdom
Knowledge and wisdom are not the same;
one is awareness; the other, discernment;
a lack of the latter, is what’s to blame;
for great wisdom requires internment.
Knowledge is not meant for dissemination;
there exists within it, a time and purpose;
wisdom requires personal discrimination;
The Labyrinth
The labyrinth is the perfect life scene;
with its endless paths and dead ends;
formed like a maze; weeds in between;
separating all foes from friends.
Its maze includes hedges of emotions;
and weeds on each garden path;
exposing us to all of life’s explosions;
sometimes God’
