The Growing Season

The Growth Of Wisdom

Knowledge and wisdom are not the same;
one is awareness; the other, discernment;
a lack of the latter, is what’s to blame;
for great wisdom requires internment.

Knowledge is not meant for dissemination;
there exists within it, a time and purpose;
wisdom requires personal discrimination;

The Growth Of Wisdom

The Growth Of Wisdom

Knowledge and wisdom are not the same;
one is awareness; the other, discernment;
a lack of the latter, is what’s to blame;
for great wisdom requires internment.

Knowledge is not meant for dissemination;
there exists within it, a time and purpose;
wisdom requires personal discrimination;

The Labyrinth

The Labyrinth

The labyrinth is the perfect life scene;
with its endless paths and dead ends;
formed like a maze; weeds in between;
separating all foes from friends.

Its maze includes hedges of emotions;
and weeds on each garden path;
exposing us to all of life’s explosions;
sometimes God’

The Author

The Author

Who wrote the script of a play called life;
made up the character known as me;
in advance, made choices; even my wife;
of all that I was born to be?

We think we all enter, a totally blank slate;
with none of the decisions already made;
destiny

The Anatomy Of Life

The Anatomy Of Life

What are the parts of the fabric of life;
the hands and feet of reality;
those which react to conflicts and strife;
is all of creation a duality?

Some are given intellect; are very smart;
others; given strength, and power;
a few are blessed with a

Sensitivity

Sensitivity

Each person living has a unique proclivity;
taking them wherever they need go;
each, been given a measure of sensitivity;
depending upon what’s needed to grow.

Some become sensitive to what others need;
love neath the surface, becomes their guide;
others become subtlely motivated by greed;
placing all

My Prayer Is For Others

My Prayer Is For Others

Today, my prayer’s for all others;
for, limitless is their need;
so many of my sisters and brothers;
need love, in order to believe.

I’ve already fallen from the mountain;
my body, dashed on rocks below;
washed by tears from God’s fountain;

Never Never Land

Never Never Land

We all long for that special place;
a place of ultimate perfection;
where all can live in love’s embrace;
and avoid all evil’s detection.

A place described in fairy tales;
often considered “make believe.”
Wondrous stories often regaled;
more than mind can conceive.

There’s

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