Poems about God
It’s considered a step towards discretion;
a new dawn replacing the night;
a matter of more intelligent reflection;
when someone sees the Light.
It’s Wisdom taking place of ignorance;
with foolishness fading into past;
intellectual honesty; instead of pretense.
Stubborness; gone on a fast.
It all began with
…Behold the gift of Purpose;
what is to be your call?
Once it seems to surface;
it’s the greatest gift of all.
Lacking purpose, what is the goal;
your very need of existence?
Reasons are the core of the soul;
it’s why we have persistence.
Tho purpose is
…Knowledge has its roots above;
in the garden of information;
where wisdom morphed to love;
in the home of all creation.
Knowledge is the Tree of Life;
a place where Thought is King;
Wisdom became Love’s wife;
creation’s King and Queen.
Knowledge created a flow of life;
from
I feel like I’ve lost the rose of my life,
but that isn’t really so.
For she reached full bloom in the garden,
and so it was time to go.
She endured many seasons of storms,
was windblown and pelted with rain.
But she graciously rose above it
He was speaking to all His creation;
in ways that none understood;
energizing a wondrous manifestation;
with a power, only He could.
He walks with me; and talks with me;
tho I’m totally unaware He’s around;
He wants me to be, the best I can be;
uttering words
I was planted as Wisdom’s seed;
designed to sprout and bloom;
tempted, by the serpent’s greed;
the garden was creation’s womb;
Weeds overcame the garden above;
and were sent to the kingdom below.
Conspirators, rejecting God’s Love;
were cast out of Eden to grow.
The earth
…There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.
Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for
Death casts his ominous shadow;
into the lower realm;
a threat he was willing to bestow;
knowing he stood at the helm.
His loyal subjects were there to serve;
at the throne of the god of death;
not knowing they were his hors d’oeuvre;
well beyond their last breath.
