The Kingdom Of By And By
I’m in the kingdom of by and by;
my mind full of reality;
a place where thoughts never die;
absorbing all that used to be.
My thoughts become a musical score;
to the beat of reality’s drum;
mindful of all that’s
Poems about God
The Kingdom Of By And By
I’m in the kingdom of by and by;
my mind full of reality;
a place where thoughts never die;
absorbing all that used to be.
My thoughts become a musical score;
to the beat of reality’s drum;
mindful of all that’s
When Tears Dry
Heaven sheds tears over God’s disappointment;
over the evil that abides within man;
all life was blessed with the Father’s annointment;
in heaven, the insurrection began.
Cast out of heaven; and exiled to the earth;
mankind was sent to the lower kingdom;
created in perfection
The Glue
When I was young, I put models together;
a car; a ship; or a plane;
applying a glue, so they’d remain forever;
always looking the same.
Without glue; they were just separate pieces;
with no purpose or value to anyone;
once glued together their value increases;
separate
The Eyes Of Thought
We think of vision as a function of eyes;
tho the eyes only take in light;
light energy contains many a surprise;
tho it’s hard to see in the night.
The elevated mind has creative vision;
it sees what it chooses to see;
its thoughts
The Power Of Touch
What is it about a physical connection;
a mere touch is a physical link;
one can feel acceptance; or rejection;
knowing if souls are in sync.
Daily we take the pulse of each other;
merely by the shake of a hand;
fingers, interlaced, with a sister
Darkest Before The Dawn
We’re living in darkness; morning to night;
while evil guides the ship of state;
darkness whispers, “Everthing’s all right,”
tho the dawn shouts: “It’s too late!”
The die of destiny has already been cast;
momentum has taken control;
a cloud covers life; from
Two Lips
Today I was wondering; why two lips;
I was just thinking; for fun;
is it because to chew; two better equips;
since two are better than one?
It took me on a long journey of thought;
wondering what lips were symbolic of;
within my mind; a picture was
The Scourge Of Guilt
Nobody likes to be a target for brothers;
the subject of their ridicule;
wanting only to be loved by all others;
no one wants to be thought a fool.
Many are those invested in pride;
thinking they know everything;
some have guilt, hidden deep inside’
knowing