Poems about God
The Caricature
He slowly hobbled down the aisle of the store;
a walking stick lending support;
and when it seemed he could go no more,
he responded with a timely retort.
For all those around him, knew him well;
were surprised that he just kept on going;
how long he
The Cloister Called Earth
Life is the culmination of evil and good;
we’re destined to experience both;
our purpose of being; not often understood;
we cannot live, without growth.
Life was created in two dimensions, together;
awareness; focused on one at a time;
destined to transition, and live on,
The Breath Of God
The breath of God held a special power;
casting down life from heaven above;
converting a mere seed to a living flower;
enhanced through His power of Love.
For what the Master breathed out;
wasn’t the oxygen we breathe in;
He’d removed all spector
The Calm Within The Storm
Every life is a storm of turbulance;
full of swirling winds and sound;
laden with unending restlessness;
laying waste; appearing hellbound.
Life is born of purpose and consequence;
not meant as a peaceful vignette;
not governed merely by circumstance;
birthed through sorrow and regret.
Physical
…The Bully Within
Nearly everyone has utter contempt for a bully;
only a very few, will allow him to slide;
we’d like to pull him up, feet first, by a pulley:
such thoughts, leave us laughing, inside.
And, yet, each of us has our own bully, within;
seeking those
The Bridge From Despair
All lives are exposed to pain and sorrow;
and endless trials, so difficult to bear;
tho we always hope for a better tomorrow;
we often sink into the pit of despair.
Despair is the valley of the shadow of death;
a treacherous reality lacking love or
The Greatest Love
Many a challenge, occurs in each life;
for which there’s no form of protection;
and, of all the various forms of strife;
I think I dread most, a rejection.
Words of love tendered to another;
whether by thoughts or deeds;
rejected; causing pressure to smother;
that
The Separation
In the beginning, all was One;
all aware of each other;
The Father of all, beget a Son;
and then, each sister and brother.
Time doesn’t live everywhere;
it only lives where it’s born;
It isn’t allowed where we care;
it’s usually regarded with
