Poems about God
The Ghost Of Yesterday
I am the ghost of yesterday;
tomorrow can never be;
the future has arrived today;
and I am the future me.
I lament a tomorrow that never came;
its future was so pristene;
neither peace; nor success, bear my name;
all of it; merely a dream.
The Pain Of Separation
No life was created to live alone;
we all need companions, and friends;
now in a kingdom away from home;
our pain of separation descends.
We begin life in a nursery environment;
where there’s one to take care of us;
getting attention, has but one
The Natural Placebo
A philosopher said; “I think; therefore, I am,”
a most fascinating description;
we might further add: I think; therefore I can;
a cure; requiring no prescription.
The mind is a marvelous natural placebo;
creating realities before our eyes;
only the fool with an exagerated ego,
the power
Crescendo Of Life
Life’s a crescendo of a musical note;
created in perfect harmony;
where God and his son join to emote;
life’s the eternal symphony.
The Maestro created an ode called humanity;
in his royal garden above;
rejection became; due to its vanity;
instead of an ode
Structures Of The Mind
The cities are filled with buildings and streets;
the countryside; with growths of all kind;
everything; where all forms of reality meets;
all of them; structures of the mind.
All would agree that the mind conceives much;
design, from thoughts, precede construction;
though all things contain
Rays Of Light
The sunrise cast down its rays of light;
warming and nurturing the earth;
a picture of the Master casting out life;
away from its garden of birth.
Tho we may think of sunshine as life giving;
it’s a picture of life; cast from its source;
for
Tears Never Lie
There are many ways to communicate;
in order to give thoughts a voice;
but, some of those ways manipulate;
if deception becomes a choice.
Emotions are undefined by mere words;
not reflecting a mind’s true intentions;
words are sometimes, thoughts slurred;
our imagination’s inventions.
And
…Unloved
Many times in my life; I felt all alone;
it seemed such an empty feeling;
almost as though I had lost my home;
a lack of love sent me reeling.
Love is the essence; the purpose of life;
emptiness comes, with its passing;
such as the loss of a
