LOVE

The Life Of A Thought

How did a thought, ever become;
who, or what, gave it birth;
was it, and God, together as one;
or, did it, by itself, unearth?

Does every thought, live and breathe;
does it ever eat or drink;
by it; are other thoughts conceived;
are all

A Most Precious Freedom

Many think that our freedom of speech;
is our most precious freedom of all;
since, through our voice, we can teach;
preventing that our nation would fall.

But, speech, itself, has become expanded;
to include words we’ve authored in print;
thru political ads we’re

Hated

Sometimes, in life, I feel resented;
occaisionally it’s due to my faith;
when thoughts of God are presented;
we incur the wrath of other’s hate.

If I’m wrong; why should others care;
does it matter; whatever I conceive?
Perhaps, it’s due to the guilt they

Overwhelmed By Sadness

I awakened this morning to a brand new day;
sunshine blanketing the countryside;
but, a storm is brewing; and coming my way;
I’ve been overwhelmed; since peace died.

Peace is a meadow; beyond understanding;
an ocean; teeming with life;
love and obedience to the Master, commanding;

The Passions Of Love

Thoughts of love; we don’t understand;
its meanings are complex and varied;
all must love; it’s the Master’s command;
it’s why so many get married.

Love’s passionate energies satisfy;
two physical bodies become one;
God said, “Be fruitful and multiply!”
Love

A Matter of Life Or Death

Death is an invisible energy ocean;
from mortality; new life enters in;
life is eternity; in constant motion;
it has no real beginning; or end.

In the beginning of life’s eternal cycle;
life’s energy, sprang from the deep;
Death’s advocate, became

Those Eyes

Men have different ways to judge a lady;
most change; as we grow older;
some, that we would consider quite shady;
stare; and grow much bolder.

I see gorgeous eyes shining; a beautiful face;
attracting much more than a glance;
her every move; a masterpiece of grace;
I

What All Others See

Do I see that which others see;
or, from truth, did I abscond;
how do others look upon me;
am I seen in a great beyond?

Am I a stick figure, talking;
how does their sight begin;
perhaps, a dead man, walking;
just how do I