Poems about God
An energy force surrounds, completely;
enveloping the body; outside, and within;
not visible to most; to others, discretely;
a blueprint for our physical life to begin.
This energy is the true power that’s there;
creating the body was its first role;
and, all should become totally aware;
that Consciousness
“Don’t let your heart be troubled,”
wise words, from the Master’s lips;
our hearts are merely energy bubbles;
His wisdom was more than quips.
For the heart can’t be troubled, anyway;
for, within the body, a heart’s confined;
only with the physical, does it have sway;
I feel like someone’s tugging my sleeve;
gently urging me down life’s path;
I can feel it more when I’m sad, or grieve;
and, when I incur someone’s wrath.
When someone tells me a very sad story;
I feel an energy, tug on my heartstring;
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Life is an empty canvas you paint;
at least that’s what some feel;
such thinking seems a bit quaint;
but, how do we know it’s real?
Others think life’s a book that we write;
but, isn’t that just more of the same;
we, who scarcely know
All of life came out of an energy collage;
an intricate patchwork, made life’s birth;
God sent Light down, as a rainbow corsage;
promising, never again, to flood the earth.
Consciousness was the sum of God’s energy;
guarded by the Cherubim’s sword;
in a garden created by
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One king asked the Master: “What is truth?”
as a wild crowd clamored for death;
many sought the same answers from youth;
and , discover it, with their last breath.
Truth only applies in the kingdom above;
lies suffice, in the kingdom below;
all those who abide in the Master’
I am the artist of my own painting;
a self-portrait; most excellent, indeed;
I was taught, by the Master, reigning;
He, rather than I, saw its need.
The Master was unable to serve as example;
since, He is perfect, in every way;
my failures and weakness; more than ample;
that
Who controls the floodgates of tears;
seeking to stem their rising tide;
and who is able to eliminate our fears;
whenever we’ve kept them inside?
Who gave us the sun, to brighten our day;
then hides it, so we can sleep all night?
Who is the one who asks
