Wasting Time !

Wasting Time

We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.

What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as

What Happened To Yesterday

What Happened To Yesterday?

What ever happened to yesterday;
it’s been gone for quite a while;
perhaps it’ll come back someday;
or has it become out of style?

Will it become reinvented, tomorrow;
or is tomorrow more of the same;
so many yesterdays, brought sorrow;
and yesterday got

At First Sight

At First Sight

Much has been said about first impressions;
and judgments they cause us to make;
a lot of the time, they result in confessions;
admitting we’d made a big mistake.

When we see someone for the very first time;
most of us are very quick to judge;

Man Versus God

Man Versus God

Life wasn’t created to be a competition;
when its seed was planted above;
it was to be the great Artist’s commission;
creating lives out of love.

The serpent’s rebellion created competition;
and the essence of man joined in;
the serpent relied upon greed and

Runaway Life

Runaway Life

Life seems to begin, ever so slowly;
not even getting in a hurry;
creation of life is an act most holy;
why must it end in fury?

Much of life is stately and serene;
but evil resides; within;
most think of life as being a dream;
not a

The Warmth Of Love

The Warmth Of Love

Outside, the landscape is covered with snow;
treachery is hidden within its depth;
inside, I’m barricaded, with no place to go;
as tho I am buried in death.

Every life is destined to walk a slippery path;
promised and ordained from above;
home is our

If I'd Choose To Love

If I’d Choose To Love

If I’d choose to love; each day that I live;
ignoring all temptations to hate;
if I only had the power to always forgive;
and to all my enemies, relate.

If my thoughts were only permitted to love;
and evil remained beyond my

You Are My Eve

I’m a dried up leaf; from life’s holy tree;
slowly floating toward the ground;
striving, with my last breath; to simply be me;
a mind; without voice or sound.

I’m a consciousness, alive for a purpose;
from a seed, that was planted above;
every Spring, I will

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