Poems about God
Thought is the wind, beneath my sails.
He’s the sunset that happens each day.
He’s the composition, all reality entails;
and reality’s when Thought’s in his way.
Thought decided that the sky was blue;
and the ocean, he said, should be wet;
He also created each
Invisible balloons are floating by;
a seemingly endless number;
no explanation is given for why;
all knowledge they seemed to encumber.
No one can see them at all so it seems;
perhaps they are not really there;
floating consciousness; just like dreams;
even though we’re oft unaware.
They’re
…I feel like a leaf, floating with ease;
well above solid ground;
carried, without purpose, by a breeze;
haplessness, my being, surround.
Life can’t be lived, devoid of purpose;
nothing is created, without Thought;
truth, finds itself, hiding neath surface;
most lives are not what they ought.
Nothing is
…“For God so loved the World;”
exactly what does that mean?
This kingdom is His thoughts unfurled;
and includes both seen and unseen.
For all of Reality is just an illusion;
His thoughts; a material projection.
Sensible thought brings this conclusion;
this World is Reality’s reflection.
The Kingdom above
…Everything done is through His synergy;
for all actions I take; He accepts blame;
we’re One in the Consciousness energy;
for Love and all Life are the Same.
Emotions and feelings are matter, folded
and matter is energy compressed;
energy can become souls when molded;
and then, into matter,
Eternal love, where ere thou be;
where I long, forever, to stay;
it is the location defined as me;
and from its presence; not stray.
Thou beauty endures beyond the ages;
your voice is a symphony;
with a wisdom that exceeds the sages;
you are where I long to be.
A father loves his daughters and sons;
very different from anyone else;
we’re filled with love for each one;
for they are each a part of ourself.
Anything their actions may amount to;
we’ll not, to anger, be driven;
no matter whatever they ever do;
eventually, they’ll
I saw a scene of spectacular beauty;
wondering if it was real.
It was like a scene from a movie;
that’s why it had such appeal.
Did such a place really exist;
or was it just a dream instead?
when I awoke, would it persist;
or, just like my
