GOD

We Can’t Take It Back

Many have given their lives to the Master;
tho few remain steadfast and pure;
turning our back, can result in disaster;
righteousness has its own detour.

How can we turn our backs on the truth;
what is it that leads us astray?
The evil

The Power To Forget

As we grow older; the memory fades;
we tend to forget most everything;
but there are memories, the mind saves;
we wish, could somehow take wing.

Many are memories we’d like to remember;
tho there are many others, we regret;
the time I was stranded,

The Panoply Of Thought

Sometimes we think of a new inovation;
a thought that has never been;
we must always forgo our celebration;
what came before; comes again.

There is no limit to God’s imagination;
whatever you think; He thought, before;
that acknowledged; there is no inovation;
don’t

The Future Is The Past

The future only exists in the past;
for those, with eyes to see;
even futures can’t eternally last;
the past; is the future to be.

All of reality spins in a cycle;
the past shall again become;
the lover becomes the rival;
the father

The Depths Of Being

We’re able to measure the depths of the sea;
and, to some extent, the height of the sky;
what about measurements of that which is me;
and the answers to every “Why?”

Can we research the true depths of being;
forget about the height of

The Battle For Recognition

Why has life become a fight for attention;
a struggle to become recognized?
The world, itself, is awash in contention;
its losers; often despised.

All of us are challenged to be the very best;
head and shoulders above all others;
we feel as tho life is

Performance Of A Lifetime

My life seems transformed into a mist;
physicality melting into spirit;
my existance seems almost dismissed;
but there is no reason to fear it.

The backdrop of reality seems surreal;
tho landscape seems much the same;
those places and things that had appeal;
no longer appear

Every Word That I Write

I feel I’ve walked for two thousand miles;
nearly two million words; my destination;
a quest of hundreds of thousands of trials;
before death becomes my vacation.

Several have told me; numbers mean nothing;
only the quality of writing is germane;
and yet, my