KNOWLEDGE

Growing Pains

I sense a force; within me drive;
leading where I must go;
a sense of purpose; why I’m alive;
to live; all flowers must grow.

I know not what I’m meant to be;
my higher purpose hidden;
the Master’s plans, are mystery;
a knowledge; long

A Stitch In Time!

“A stitch in time; saves nine,”
at least, it’s what we’re told;
in fact; time is rather benign;
except it makes us grow old.

Whatever gave time top billing;
it’s more than time deserves;
time always requires fullfilling;
our purpose, it rarely serves.

A Moment In History

Today is merely a moment in history;
it holds no lasting significance;
although tomorrow remains a mystery;
both are pictures of magnificence.

We look on reality as movie screen;
each day, a marching parade;
often it appears much like a dream;
when, in reality, it’s

Persistance !

Our greatest temptation is to give up;
tho failure was never our goal;
like a marriage becoming a break-up;
only persistance grows the soul.

Although failures are destined to come;
life always gives us a second chance;
when reality seems destined to succumb;
persistance commands we dance.

There is

God’s Greatest Gift

I believe that all are destined for good;
supremely gifted in life;
very often, our destiny is misunderstood;
and failures cut like a knife.

Many are given great physical talents;
that most others wish they had;
life must be lived with a sense of balance;
when

Landmarks Of Memory

I turned down a street; where I’d been long ago;
many memories flooded my mind;
memories are designed to teach us to grow;
healing us where we were blind.

I passed the house of a best friend; I once had;
only a block from my home

When The Lights Go Out!

Did we create this world that we’re in;
did heresy cause us to rebel;
or is reality outside us; and we within;
is earth the illusion of hell?

Where are we from; where have we been;
what is an infinite reality about;
are we

Oblivious

The morning sun heralds a new day;
pain invades my very being;
most that I loved, have gone away;
the past has become a dream.

With trepidation, I look far ahead;
tho the future is only a mist;
and so, I dwell on my past, instead;
like the last