And There Was Light

All life poured out from the Master’s fountain;
resonating, from above, to below.
Consciousness is thought’s Holy Mountain;
from which living waters flow.

Thoughts became imaged, to what were to be;
and sound, as well, was heard by the mind;
whatever we thought; was what we could see;

Aunt B

She was never the center of attention;
others comfort was what she sought;
as though from another dimension;
it was unconditional love, she brought.

It seemed she was able, to only see good;
only the best in all others, were found;
somehow, it seems, only she understood;
a life will

Energy Of Love

It was a lifetime ago; or so it seemed;
places and people; no longer here;
a cloudy mist, as tho it’d been dreamed;
its very presence, become austere.

Maintaining an aura of energy sensitivity;
my thoughts became what I feel;
consciousness demonstrated no proclivity;
to separate a dream, from

Moving Mountains

To say, you can move mountains, is just a cliché;
it doesn’t refer to a physical mountain;
it reflects your determination; in another way;
for, we all get strength from God’s fountain.

Mountains are obstacles, created for a purpose;
all of them, designed, to be overcome;
requiring the

Mind Over Matter

There’s a popular phrase:  mind over matter;
indicative of the power of thought;
when it’s considered, all platitudes, shatter;
explaining how creation was wrought,

The creation of all we hear, see, and feel,
did not come about; as physical reality;
Thought surmised, all that becomes real;
a creation

The Depth Of Love

Higher than the highest mountain;
deeper than the deepest sea;
water, from the purest fountain;
is God’s depth of love for me.

How can I, this great love, measure;
thru such jewels as rubies and gold;
to imagine such an endless treasure;
for mere trinkets; was willingly sold.

I

The Eye Of The Storm

We’ve often heard of the eye of the storm;
which refers to the middle of a hurricane;
the center in which peace and calm, form;
surrounded by death and destruction’s reign.

This eye is a metaphor of God’s creation;
disrupted by rebellions and treasons.
The Master surveyed

The Death Of Faith

The Master created one and all;
granting faith to those who ask;
faith sufficed, before man’s fall;
its power, more than, up to the task.

Faith, endowed from the omnipotent one;
granted the children of God control;
imbued with the powers he’d given his Son;
faith empowered the

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