It Takes A Village

It Takes A Village

I’ve heard many foolish words uttered;
that some people take as serious;
some, such words, are as wisdom, stuttered;
for the authors must be delirious.

Some are quite harmless, like piles of sand;
an idle mind’s thoughtless expression;
but, others are preludes to what

Righteous Anger

Righteous  Anger

How can righteous and anger go together;
It just doesn’t seem like they fit;
much like wearing short pants with a sweater;
or trying to stand while you sit.

It seems as if those, most likely to forgive;
simply love to embrace their anger;
its almost as

Restricted View

Restricted View

I can only see beauty, through my eyes;
such limits will never do;
the mind has been hiding its own surprise;
our sight has a restricted view.

While the eyes can be pointed here and there;
there are limits to what eyes can do;
a world of thought

Renaissance Of Evil

Renaissance Of Evil

There’ve been past periods of renaissance;
where society peeled back the dark ages;
God’s love, established a new ambiance;
but, division is, now, occuring, in stages.

Renaissance is a sweeping change, or rebirth;
encompassing the landscape of reality;
a renaissance of evil has overlapped the

Reconstructing

Reconstructing

After wars; there’s a period of reconstruction;
for any kingdom is in constant conflict;
in the gap in-between; peace brings seduction;
and some leaders govern by edict.

What is it that makes one want to be king;
becoming in charge of one and all;
the one who decides

The Power Of Thought

The Power Of Thought

Thought is creator of all that’s made;
the blueprint behind all creation;
planner, where each brick was laid;
allowing for no deviation.

Thought held all energy, hidden within;
converting some of it, to sound;
allowing the Light of Life to creep in;
and it suddenly

Humble Pie

Humble Pie

Most, at some time, have eaten humble pie;
it has a bittersweet taste, to be sure;
when it’s served; we feel like we’ll die;
it’s intended as an arrogance, cure.

Circumstances, sometimes, lift us too high;
we’re no longer what we should be;
our

I Am The River Of Life

I Am The River Of Life

I am water from the river of life;
emptying into reality’s ocean;
fighting rapids of earthly strife;
embodying love’s devotion.

God didn’t always promise peace;
for such is destiny; not means;
but, he did speak of sweet release;
for all is

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