Window Of Opportunity

Window Of Opportunity

Windows are made in order to peer out;
tho sometimes; intruders peer in;
they are there in order to see all about;
upon first light; a new day begins.

In this kingdom; clouds distort perspective;
limiting what might be seen;
seeing through the clouds; if we are

Who I'm To Be

Who I’m To Be

What will I be; when I grow up;
such thoughts had puzzled me;
prehaps I’ll never be up to snuff;
to be what I was meant to be.

I had a few dreams of my future success;
I’d thought them, the Master’s

A Woman Born Too Late

A Woman Born Too Late

Time is the essence of everything;
telling us when to laugh or cry;
time tells love, when to take wing;
and prodigals, when we must die.

Time has rarely been my friend;
I rarely have time to think;
time decides when love will descend;
love

Secret Lives

Secret Lives

Many claim their life is an open book;
written, for others to read;
but, secret lives are often undertook;
to conceal some hidden need.

Everyone suffers from many temptations;
even evil has its own season;
our secret lives can’t avoid revelations;
God, alone; knows the reason.

What

In Vain

In Vain

Each life, that is lived, must have purpose;
to be considered worthy of God’s name.
All were created, out of love; for service;
none were meant to be lived in vain.

Before that purpose; we were meant to be;
there was much we had to discover;
our

God Knows Our Mind

God Knows Our Mind

God knows every step that I will take;
long before it occurs to me;
understands, my each and every mistake;
long before it comes to be.

God sees every vision, that’s on our mind;
and knows each path, we follow;
keeping close vigil; leaving no

Memories Of Life

Memories Of Life

Everywhere we go; our mind takes a picture;
chronicling all landscape and sound;
nothing was designed as a permanent fixture;
all life is transition bound.

We think that we travel by using our feet;
but, feet are merely physical illusions;
consciousness is where words always meet;
and

Angels Are Watching

Angels Are Watching

Angels are a figment of our imagination;
it’s what so many have said;
causing an occaisional confrontation;
because of the lies we’re fed.

All things became in a realm of elevation;
only false illusions came to earth;
perfection was achieved in God’s creation;
in

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