Poems about God
Beyond The Setting Sun
This life will someday soon be over;
tho it seems, it’s just begun;
all deaths are buried deep in clover;
far beyond the setting sun.
Physically; I’ve lived a very long time;
though time has a way of flying;
death makes the physical, become
Seasons Of Purpose
Nothing ever happens by accident;
tho it may seem on the surface;
nothing can happen without intent;
every life is a season of purpose.
Heaven is a kingdom of thought;
created in absolute perfection;
all sin is imperfection, wrought;
by the prodigal’s insurrection.
Man; cast out
…It Seems Only Yesterday
It seems only yesterday; my future was bright;
I had nearly all that I wanted;
I’d worked long hours; both day and night;
I was fearless; completely undaunted.
My wife and I had a business of our own;
to our customers; irreplaceable;
we’d even
Kingdom Of Hatred
Creation began as a kingdom of thought;
where all, who love, could relate;
prodigals rebelled against the love taught;
and were cast to a kingdom of hate.
Prodigals sought to create a heaven on earth;
assuming the Master’s throne;
radicals overthrew the Lord of their birth;
On My Mind
Tho your thoughts be far from me;
my thoughts remain of you;
in loneliness; dwells mediocrity;
only love can make me new.
Although, I feel love for you;
I know you don’t love me;
unrequited love is a toxic brew;
yet; it is my destiny.
I’
…From The Seeds Of Failure
From the precious seeds of failure;
which I was loathsome to accept;
became a garden beautiful and pure;
that only a fool would reject.
To most; it appears a garden of weeds;
within them; the flowers grow;
with faith; it fulfills all of our needs;
Fingerprints Of Touch
Touch is a feeling; both austere and unique;
no two touches are are the same;
one touch can bring passion to its peak;
another can bruise or inflame.
Touch often obviates any need of a word;
such as when in the grip of anger;
strong gripes are
The Talking Shadow
Much of life; I’ve been known as a talker;
public speaking was often my choice;
I’ve even, at one time, been a sleep walker;
even at night; I still had my voice.
Most of the time, I had something to say;
and, fortunately, someone to
