Leaves Of Life

Leaves Of Life

I’ve lived my life; awaiting tomorrow;
my futures have come and gone;
all my dreams; dissolved into sorrow;
without hope, my life lingers on.

My thoughts; flooded with depression;
promises, drenched by rains;
my remaining hope is confession;
with my past; engulfed in flames.

I started

The Paradox Of Time

The Paradox Of Time

What were we doing; when time came about;
certainly not passing the time of day?
Time has turned all thinking inside-out;
leaving us little time to pray.

I cannot conceive of a world without time;
only in heaven could it exist;
where thoughts, conceived; become sublime;

The Kingdom Of Propaganda

The Kingdom Of Propaganda

The heavenly kingdom depends upon truth;
love is God’s spoken memoranda;
confronted by prodigals, defiant and aloof;
cast to the kingdom of propaganda.

The earth was a virtual hell in disguise;
a melting pot where devils reign;
the kingdom of propaganda and lies;
where the

A Time To Mourn

A Time To Mourn

There’s a time and place for everything;
or so the Scriptures tell;
a time to laugh; to cry; and sing;
even a place called hell.

All our lives are divided into seasons;
each one of them has a purpose;
only the Master understands reasons;
in

When The Sun Rises

When The Sun Rises

When the sun rises; and the darkness ends;
life turns another page in its book;
evil whispers to both enemies and friends;
suggesting all past is forsook.

While evil still casts a great many shadows;
running to escape the light of the sun;
rapidly the sun

Happenstance

Happenstance

Life is a most mysterious form of dance;
our free will seems open to question;
on the corner of destiny and circumstance;
free will is the Master’s suggestion.

God created all life with free will;
in heaven we had our own choice;
we all would be in that

The Subtlety Of Difference

The Subtlety Of Difference

Those confused, living in this physical illusion;
are often led to a mistaken inference;
causing them to make a flawed conclusion;
not considering the subtlety of difference.

We often speak of the river of life’s flow;
as tho each life is the same composition;
but

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