Poems about God
How does wisdom, differ from truth;
don’t both, simply express the same?
Truth is knowledge; Wisdom, its root;
bound up together in the Master’s name.
Wisdom is knowledge and understanding
fitting together, like hand in glove;
indwelling the one who’s commanding;
to rule with the wisdom of
Birthed in perfection, we became proud;
seeking to enhance our growth of power;
joining evil, while wrapped in a shroud;
not allowing perfection to flower.
Often, dishonesty creeps into our midst;
bringing about a loss of trust;
some, like Judas, are frauds, we’ve kissed;
but love, isn’t replaced,
I am simply a workman plying my trades;
planning to gain the fruits of my labor;
seeking out truths; defying charades;
it’s the fruits of the mind that I savor.
It has oft been said, that we are what we eat;
and are affected by whatever work we do;
Is the horseshoe able to feel the pain,
administered by the blacksmith’s hammer;
or, does life, alone, sense loss or gain;
from all of life’s hardships or glamor?
Does the hurricane hurt, blowing down trees;
or drown in the the flood waters, ensuing;
is there a force that
Light isn’t a switch that we turn on;
it is a much deeper concept;
not appearing till darkness is gone;
but, an everlasting precept.
The depth of vision is unseen by the eye;
it is only, by thought, defined;
it’s wisdom and knowledge, in disguise;
for all, by
The strangest thing, as I sit in my chair;
my mind has drifted much like a cloud;
my body is here; but my mind, over there;
my mind thinking thoughts, out loud.
I most normally walk, one step at a time;
while my thoughts are light-years away;
my mind drifts
Who brought about all of life’s creation;
and how did its handyman begin?
Who took upon himself the obligation;
what mediums, did its Artist, work in?
Did life come about, all by itself;
converting its energies into being;
or was it created by a gnome or elf;
with all
The circle is created by an ebb and flow;
living waters are beached on life’s shore;
once on the beach, there’s no place to go;
waters must ebb; then return once more.
On the shores of life, a new dawn arises;
the tide of humanity comes rolling in;
