Hallucinations

Hallucinations

Do we see; what all others can see;
do eyes get the same information;
is our mind focused on our reality;
or are we viewing a hallucination?

We live in a kingdom of feel and touch;
or, at least, that’s what we believe;
do false illusions become our

Death By Surrender

Death By Surrender

My body has suffered the atrocities of life;
and, is now in a weakened condition;
in addition, then came the death of my wife;
I suspect I’ll eventually die of attrition.

As we age, we feel we are going downhill;
our death appears looming in sight;

The End Of A Dream

The End Of A Dream

What treasures lie at the end of a rainbow;
promises made in story and song;
from exhilaration; where does one go;
until the next dream comes along?

Our dreams are the evidence of nobility;
we’re made in our Creator’s image;
our thoughts dream;

The Tyrannical Clock

The Tyrannical Clock

Life is directed by the sound of the metronome;
its constant beat of a tick and a tock;
clocks tell when to work; and when to go home;
we live in the tyranny of the clock.

Time led us down that winding garden path;
as birds mimicked

Can Love Be Bought

Can Love Be Bought ?

Love was the wondrous gift of a lifetime;
which nothing can buy, or replace;
God’s tether of faith; the Master’s lifeline;
proof of God’s saving grace.

From the moment, when all time had begun;
we were the love of the Master’s design;

The Insecurity Of Security

The Insecurity Of Security

What makes anyone become insecure;
what makes them live in doubt;
pride can become insecurity’s cure;
unless pride decides to shout.

For pride has been known to go too far;
risking that its host might fall;
pride redefines who and what we are;
ignoring the

Something To Buy

Something To Buy

I was walking the aisles of my grocery store;
in search of something to buy;
I had, long ago, lost a woman, I adore;
and shopping, now made me cry.

With her; shopping had become like a game;
trying to find whatever she wanted;
shopping, without her,

The Component

The Component

I’m a living component of creation;
a mere droplet of falling rain;
completely obsorbed by evaporation;
predestined to rain again.

I am but a leaf from the tree of life;
a caterpillar in the coccoon;
a husband in search of his wife;
a baby, resting in the

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