Poems about God
A Scatterbrained Man
I’m actually able to think quite clearly;
thou names, very often, escape me;
I can intelligently respond to most any query;
unless my fatigue overtakes me.
My intellect has been sufficiently trained;
I’ve worked in very many vocations;
many, I’m around, think I’m
Perception Of Reality
Dawn is breaking all over the world;
and so is the sunset too;
the illusion of time; becomes unfurled;
eternity lies beyond our view.
What we perceive is an illusion of light;
a snapshot of all that we think;
thought’s are visions; conceived in the night;
The Best Things In Life
The best things in life are free;
or so it’s often been related;
tho not all of us would agree,
it’s a topic often debated.
Many think it’s going on vacations;
others believe; a baby carried;
some love luxury accomodations;
still others
A Thirst For Love
Many strive for a life of Magnificence;
standing atop all sisters and brothers;
while others have a thirst for significance;
praying to become loved by others.
Many still seek out that worldly throne;
guaranteeing complete control;
once atop it; pride keeps them alone;
searching for the
In The Know
Many seek to become all knowing;
information, itself, is king;
gossip enables us to to keep on going;
we’d rather be heard; than seen.
What sins have the rich and famous done;
especially those sins we abhor;
we’d love to be able to list each
My Muse
You have become the apple of my eye;
you’re the breath, I long to breathe;
just hearing your whisper, makes me cry;
you’re a love, I couldn’t conceive.
I feel your compassion in every dream;
you’re a scent of perfume in the air;
you’
A Time To Sleep
Sleep is a gift; given without warning;
usually in the essence of time;
a respite between sunset and morning;
awareness; stopping on a dime.
Going to sleep is like taking vacations;
without making plans in advance;
dreams usher in mysterious situations;
some sleep is more like
Swimming in God’s Ocean
Many think they walk on solid ground;
tho the mind could dispel this notion;
all is energy; there’s nothing solid, around;
we’re swimming in the Master’s ocean.
An ocean is the portrait of infinite reality;
where life, becomes; then goes;
eternal thoughts
