KNOWLEDGE

In Darkest Night

In darkest night; I long to escape;
all the tragedies of my sin;
in the new dawn; I shall awake;
and God will invite me in.

Life is a scrapbook of human frailty;
loneliness leading to sin;
we can be whatever we choose to be;
but don’

The Quicksand Of Depression

Most of us have felt the pain of depression;
without fully understanding its cause;
it occurs as the result of guilt regression;
one of perfection’s underlying laws.

In the beginning we were only energy;
given God’s gift of consciousness;
a soul; sculpted into what

We Get; What We Give

Many people; who believe they are just;
sometimes think; that God is unfair;
it comes from a lack of faith and trust;
others don’t think God is there.

We trust our judgment; above all others;
secure in the way that we live;
believing we’

I’m Feeling Diminished

I’ve become obscure in my old age;
when my life is nearly finished;
although a poet; I’m certainly no sage;
feeling somewhat diminished.

All around me, I view others success;
while failure has become my lot;
perhaps, I’ve tried too hard to impress;

Fountains Of Youth

The river of life flows from a fountain;
flooding the valleys, below;
melted like snow from God’s holy mountain;
life was that melted snow.

We were created as conscious energies;
encouraged to drink from the well;
we are the blend of conscious synergies;
sent down for

Reaping And Sowing

Why is no apology ever quite enough;
can’t we just say, “I’m sorry?”
Sometimes, I feel like just giving up;
feeling like someone’s quarry.

Must I reap from every seed I’ve sown;
can’t others forgive and forget?
In our suffering; our stature

The Extended Family

A family is a group of people; related;
either by marriage or birth;
an extended family must be translated;
to include God’s family on earth.

We’re linked together by a familial bond;
connecting below and above;
thoughts of the soul reach far beyond;
such is

A Watched Pot Never Boils

It’s said; a watched pot never boils;
but, of course; we know it does;
and, to the victor, belongs the spoils;
but we say it; just because.

Sometimes the time becomes irrelevant;
it almost seems to stand still;
becoming reality’s white elephant;
a