What Am I ?
I am the sound of a thousand voices;
the wind, the rain, and the sea;
I am the one with a million choices;
and I’m given the freedom to be.
I am God’s answer to evolution;
that scientific hyperbole;
rebirth; not death; is God’s
Poems about Knowledge
What Am I ?
I am the sound of a thousand voices;
the wind, the rain, and the sea;
I am the one with a million choices;
and I’m given the freedom to be.
I am God’s answer to evolution;
that scientific hyperbole;
rebirth; not death; is God’s
Me, Myself, and I
Within a soul there are unlimited incarnations;
each one bearing a specific, unique name;
all of them have gifts; and also; limitations;
and, no two are exactly the same.
Every soul is a unique and consumate actor;
they each have a role to play;
sometimes, their
Drowning In Fear
All of life, I’ve had a fear of water;
and never learned how to swim;
I’d really like to swim like an otter;
but just don’t know how to begin.
When I was young, I really tried;
but my fears, just kept me down;
Angels Among Us
The Master said we’d entertain angels;
for mankind was in need of care;
they’d appear in our lives as strangers;
even though, we’d be unaware.
So we find ourselves gazing upon faces;
wondering which ones, they might be;
staring at many in the obvious
Angelic Eyes
The eyes are merely active scavengers;
searching the depths of reality;
our thoughts are only the passengers;
determining what is to be.
Eyes receive energy and information;
carried aloft, by the Light;
thought, alone; provides an explanation;
completing the mission of sight.
The eyes, themselves; are quite unique;
…God’s Creation Of Love
I’m living a life that somebody thought;
who, might that somebody be;
discerning the difference; what is; or ought;
could that sombody be me?
This lifetime was already lived in entirety;
before this illusion came to be;
I exist in a realm of mysterious
Thought Speaks
In God’s kingdom; much is unique;
everyone obeys God’s will;
life is Light; and death is sleep;
and, none, are able to kill.
Truth is the cornerstone of all life;
Thought preceeds confession;
Wisdom comes from much strife;
Thought’s role is discretion.
Truth and reality
…Precious Memories
Thoughts as a child; all crystal clear;
precious memories of yesterday;
waves of sadness, slowly draw near;
as sorrows take charge of today.
Thoughts of joy at the dining table;
then fear; as I climbed into bed;
while young, I felt that I was able;
tho fearing I’