A Ship Called Life
I was recklessly sailing the ship called life;
its winds tossed me, to and fro;
my shipmates constantly caused me strife;
I felt there was no place to go.
I was not the captain; or even the first mate;
I was a writer with no sense
Poems about God
A Ship Called Life
I was recklessly sailing the ship called life;
its winds tossed me, to and fro;
my shipmates constantly caused me strife;
I felt there was no place to go.
I was not the captain; or even the first mate;
I was a writer with no sense
The Conglomerate
Life is a conglomerate of all energies, within;
comprised of every emotion, and thought;
once granted with consciousness, all lives begin;
from knowledge, evolving, are all things taught.
Many of us claim to speak our own mind;
but, what form of mind, would that be?
How are those
The Wages Of Sin
Everything in life has a consequence;
and everything happens for a reason;
death once thought, a type of recompense;
is only a transition to another season.
There’s a cost assessed for our every sin;
a price for every transgression;
all of it; by the Master,
The Mystery Of Tears
What could be the purpose for our tears;
for it seems they often get in our way;
flowing from laughter, sorrows or fears;
even occuring when we pray?
Often they come, as an answer to pain;
no one asked them to come;
sometimes, a result of
My Personal Reality
Most believe in an outside kingdom;
brought about by mystical means;
seeking to live their lives in freedom;
tho this world is not as it seems.
Few consider this, a kingdom of their own;
only a place where they’re born and die;
you might just say;
An Old Little Boy
I find myself living in life’s strange place;
an anteroom to the kingdom above;
although basking in God’s saving grace;
I’m too old for someone to love.
I can feel love in the sunshine of a smile;
in the heat of the sun’
Guilt Of A Lifetime
We accumulate much throughout our life;
furniture; scrapbooks, and keepsakes;
most of us, attached to a husband or wife;
tho, all of us try to hide our mistakes.
Eventually our mistakes come to define us;
our guilt even overcomes our pride;
such was the Master’s
Different ?
Most seek a person to become their example;
one, they’d like most to be;
yet, the Master’s gifts are more than ample;
you must be you; I must be me.
Everyone, created, is different and unique;
each of us born for a specific reason;
we tend to