Poems about Knowledge
A Time To Die
Life is a multi seasonal adventure;
usually lived over many seasons;
God acts as both judge and avenger;
never without acceptable reasons.
Into each life, adversity must come;
though sometimes it’s in disguise;
from weakness, within; many succumb;
for all have been caught by surprise.
A Time To Die
Life is a multi seasonal adventure;
usually lived over many seasons;
God acts as both judge and avenger;
never without acceptable reasons.
Into each life, adversity must come;
though sometimes it’s in disguise;
from weakness, within; many succumb;
for all have been caught by surprise.
A Universal Love
How on earth can a mind embrace;
loving thoughts of another being;
how may such thoughts take place;
if merely thinking becomes seeing?
If all of reality is just like a dream;
then each of our dreams may be true;
this stage of light is not as
A Sycamore Reborn
I was walking alone in the countryside;
nothing but grasses and trees, found;
no one to speak to me; only my pride;
tho lives were present, all around.
Everything was green, from a summer season;
with barns, the color of mellowed wine;
some barely standing; God knows
A Solitary Life
All of life began within the womb;
where the script of being was writ;
we serve the Master, until the tomb;
faithfully following his script.
Lessons are learned; from those given;
and many, we never expected;
by internal forces, all are driven;
tho some lessons are rejected.
The Body Beautiful
We live in a kingdom where beauty attracts;
most, destined to live and die, as a pair;
a fictional reality caused, as light refracts;
an illusive kingdom, floating in air.
Beauty, itself, is a matter of perception;
all souls are really pure light;
the greatest beauty, escapes
Aging Process
Getting old is a most objectionable chore;
but time is an incorrigible opponent;
as it quickly flies by, I only want more;
but, time lets me know, I don’t own it.
I don’t ask for much; just to not slow down;
and that wrinkles won’t
Imagery Of God
All life is, indeed, a delicate flower;
fragility should be its name;
its very existence, is hour to hour;
and its beauty, is more of the same.
Such delicate beauty, by God employed;
was all destined to love and bond;
by storms of life, were flowers destroyed;
