Snowflake Out Of Season

Snowflake Out Of Season

I feel like a lonely snowflake;
drifting alone; without a reason;
lingering over my every mistake;
a snowflake, out of season.

Snowflakes fall from high atmostphere;
living water frozen by the cold;
in the dread of winter they often appear;
I’m a snowflake; growing old.

God's Fingerprint

God’s Fingerprint

Ideas or concepts are specialized thought;
pathways to a deeper understanding;
not from within; from the Master, brought;
subtly whispered; not commanding.

We think we conceived from within our mind;
but they come from a higher power;
the planting of seeds, by the Master; designed;
allowing all

Government Of Ants

Government Of Ants

A government is a monolith of powers;
immovable, implacable; without a soul;
a weed in the garden, chocking the flowers;
pure power becomes its primary role.

A noble faction once fashioned its birth;
planning it, to replace a tyrant king;
its never ending tentacles covered the earth;

Snowflakes Of Life

Snowflakes Of Life

Life, like snowflakes, is beautiful and fragile;
literally floating into being from above;
birthed by emotions, and a mind, most agile;
for both were created a product of love.

Snowflakes are born in a special season;
conditions must be right, for their birth;
circumstance comes together for

Enigma Of Free Will

Enigma Of Free Will

We think since, in freedom, we are designed;
the Master allows our minds to run free.
Do we have any doubt, at all, in our mind;
we become whatever he meant us to be?

We’ve all rebelled; as children tend to do;
freedom’s the

An Ode To Madeline

An Ode To Madeline

I met you at a most opportune time;
it seemed the Winter of a life;
it must have been of the Master’s design;
for I had lost both sons and a wife.

Divorce had been this life’s destiny;
separated from those I love;
you

The Ghost Of Yesterday

The Ghost Of Yesterday

I am the ghost of yesterday;
tomorrow can never be;
the future has arrived today;
and I am the future me.

I lament a tomorrow that never came;
its future was so pristene;
neither peace; nor success, bear my name;
all of it; merely a dream.

The Pain Of Separation

The Pain Of Separation

No life was created to live alone;
we all need companions, and friends;
now in a kingdom away from home;
our pain of separation descends.

We begin life in a nursery environment;
where there’s one to take care of us;
getting attention, has but one

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