Poems about God
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
…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 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
The Master is omnipotent and omniscient;
total control is within His grasp;
the Lord of All is in no way deficient;
no form of rebellion, could last.
His will is nothing, other than perfection;
and, by Him; His will shall become.
He can control and eliminate rejection;
making all of
I really can’t say, how it all came about;
somehow, I became a sculptor of words;
voices are troublesome, when they shout;
and poetry is the sculpture of nerds.
They always say if the shoe fits; wear it;
so I slipped those shoes on my feet;
they squeeze my
What is so special about a little child;
a seed, that’s become a sprout;
not meant to remain a flower so wild;
inner wisdom will soon win out.
Overcoming a period of gestation;
a baby, has now left the womb;
ordained for a life of frustration;
then, destined for
Destiny is reality’s completed book;
not allowing any revisions;
errant thoughts; all were forsook;
for, thought, made all decisions.
Destiny was reality, infinitely completed;
its book was exchanged for a play;
only by death, were some things deleted;
and the stage of Light, became day.
Light cast down the
…Is beauty no more than a pretty face,
or a shape that pleases the eyes?
What if you could completely erase,
all physical things, you despise?
Where is it, that all beauty resides;
where did it all begin?
How is it that outward beauty hides;
all the truth that lies
