Light Of Truth
Many have spoken of the light of truth;
as tho it’s a special form of light;
light only allows us to find the proof;
in spite of the darkness of night.
Light needs to always illuminate our path;
without it; we’re likely to stumble;
we
Poems about God
Light Of Truth
Many have spoken of the light of truth;
as tho it’s a special form of light;
light only allows us to find the proof;
in spite of the darkness of night.
Light needs to always illuminate our path;
without it; we’re likely to stumble;
we
Hiccups
Hiccups occasionally interrupt reality;
tho not usually considered serious;
spasms or burps interfere with neutrality;
sometimes, they can appear delerious.
These metaphoric quirks of nature,
insignificant, rhythmic, interruptions;
a quizzical part of life’s nomenclature;
polite society’s form of disruptions.
These quirks are considered as glitches;
awkward snags
A Bright Yellow Bird
As I peered out my back bedroom window;
a bright yellow bird landed on the ground;
for, the backyard was much like a meadow;
where only this solitary bird was found.
Were my eyes, like a window, allowing in light;
or maybe receiving thought information;
would
I Can’t Help It
Recall those clever jokes we’d play;
only on our closest of friends?
It often was a fun way to pass each day;
and then, later on, make amends.
Wisdom comes later; with time passing;
as I see the sad look on her face;
I’
Death’s Pardon
We are God’s cattle on a thousand hills;
which the devil thinks that he owns;
most of us overwhelmed by taxes and bills;
in debt for houses and long term loans.
We are the love that the Master created;
the highlights upon His masterpiece;
only by
Secrets We Hide
Most of us live lives of mystery;
not wanting others to know;
hidden secrets become our history;
not allowing our souls to grow.
Perfection is a stern taskmaster;
demanding truth must abide;
instead; most of us invite disaster;
due to the secrets we hide.
We often live
…Lightning Strikes
When I was young; I lived in the present;
ignoring the future or past;
an Autumn breeze; it all seemed so pleasant;
I thought it, always, would last.
And yet, even then; reality interrupted;
lightning would strike; unexpected;
my peace, disturbed; destiny corrupted;
barriers to my future, erected.
Grip Of Addiction
We’re all adrift upon life’s raging seas;
constantly tossed, hither and yon;
frequently driven down to our knees;
begging that all trials be gone.
Frequently challenged to our very limit;
while seeking another way out;
seas keep tossing, and we are within it;
and that’