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
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GOD
Poems about God
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.
A Seed of Life had always been there;
destined to become the Son of Man;
a garden metaphor became the where;
God commanded; and creation began.
From a thought the size of a mustard seed;
a visible universe came into being;
it was all the power the Master would need;
Has God ever spoken to you;
have you ever heard His voice?
Did He explain what you’re to do;
and yet, leave you the choice?
God speaks in a special tongue;
even tho He can make a voice,
Thought and voice become one;
God simply takes His choice.
God
…The butterfly; the metaphor of mankind;
he wasn’t always able to fly;
his current incarnation was refined;
to get there; he first had to die.
A caterpillar; his first incarnation;
crawling everywhere he’d go;
just like every baby’s inclination;
and both of them moved very slow.
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