GOD

The Story Of Life

We each are merely a ripple called life;
flowing rapidly downstream;
enduring the challenges caused by strife;
interrupting the peace of a dream.

Our thoughts constantly chart our path;
directing which way we’re to go;
motivated mostly, by love; not wrath;
at peace; we go

A Destiny Called Love

Destiny is a masterppiece called reality;
reflecting the Master’s infinite will;
perfection brought within Light’s duality;
where death lacks the power to kill.

Like the grasses; life comes and goes;
all essence passes thru a door.
Like the oceans; life ebbs and flows;
till

The Passage Of Time

Consciousness is oft described as a stream;
also termed; the “river of life”
although it’s eternal; it flows like a dream;
while death, cuts like a knife.

Many think that we all live; then we die;
our awareness lives, but a season;
with a time

The Will Of The Lord

The seasons of life continuously flow;
ushering in, constant changes;
allowing life’s players to come and go;
as the background rearranges.

Everyone strives to make his or her mark;
hoping their descendents will remember;
each, on their personal journey, embark;
as January glides into

The Father Of Lies

What is the root of all life’s lies;
who gave deception its birth?
Why must truth hide in disguise;
when, truth has infinite worth?

Lies were born in the garden of birth;
all of them came from pride;
the prodigals were exiled to earth;
rebellion

Searching For Eve

Most of us live, in search of success;
but, exactly, what do we mean;
we struggle through trials and duress;
in quest of the impossible dream.

But, what is the dream, that we conceive;
who is it; we want to impress;
what is the truth; we’ve

Thinking Is Believing

Belief doesn’t begin as a wave or a wind;
it’s a thought; we’re able to conceive;
determination causes such thoughts, within;
truth gives us the power to believe.

Thought is truth; the only reality;
conscious is what we stay;
most of us succumb to

Shadows Of God

Some of us usually shun the spotlight;
not even wanting to be seen;
willingly we vanish into the night;
our life’s become a bad dream.

Our thoughts of past come and go;
most seem unwilling to stay;
a day, as a child; playing in snow;
it’