A Tree Of Knowledge

Knowledge has its roots above;
in the garden of information;
where wisdom morphed to love;
in the home of all creation.

Knowledge is the Tree of Life;
a place where Thought is King;
Wisdom became Love’s wife;
creation’s King and Queen.

Knowledge created a flow of life;
from

My Madeline

I feel like I’ve lost the rose of my life,
but that isn’t really so.
For she reached full bloom in the garden,
and so it was time to go.

She endured many seasons of storms,
was windblown and pelted with rain.
But she graciously rose above it

The Master Speaks

He was speaking to all His creation;
in ways that none understood;
energizing a wondrous manifestation;
with a power, only He could.

He walks with me; and talks with me;
tho I’m totally unaware He’s around;
He wants me to be, the best I can be;
uttering words

Devine Plan

I was planted as Wisdom’s seed;
designed to sprout and bloom;
tempted, by the serpent’s greed;
the garden was creation’s womb;

Weeds overcame the garden above;
and were sent to the kingdom below.
Conspirators, rejecting God’s Love;
were cast out of Eden to grow.

The earth

In The Cloud

There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.

Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for

Eternal Life

Death casts his ominous shadow;
into the lower realm;
a threat he was willing to bestow;
knowing he stood at the helm.

His loyal subjects were there to serve;
at the throne of the god of death;
not knowing they were his hors d’oeuvre;
well beyond their last breath.

The Seed Of Life

A Seed of Life had always been there;
destined to become the Son of Man;
a garden metaphor became the where;
God commanded; and creation began.

From a thought the size of a mustard seed;
a visible universe came into being;
it was all the power the Master would need;

The Voice Of God

Has God ever spoken to you;
have you ever heard His voice?
Did He explain what you’re to do;
and yet, leave you the choice?

God speaks in a special tongue;
even tho He can make a voice,
Thought and voice become one;
God simply takes His choice.

God

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