Poems About Love
Rays Of Light
The sunrise cast down its rays of light;
warming and nurturing the earth;
a picture of the Master casting out life;
away from its garden of birth.
Tho we may think of sunshine as life giving;
it’s a picture of life; cast from its source;
for
A Long Winding Road
My life was meant to be, a long winding road;
climbing from a chasm; in a valley, below;
my luggage of failures was a most heavy load;
but, I needed to carry them; to grow.
I thought that the road was a physical place;
but, it
Unloved
Many times in my life; I felt all alone;
it seemed such an empty feeling;
almost as though I had lost my home;
a lack of love sent me reeling.
Love is the essence; the purpose of life;
emptiness comes, with its passing;
such as the loss of a
The Caricature
He slowly hobbled down the aisle of the store;
a walking stick lending support;
and when it seemed he could go no more,
he responded with a timely retort.
For all those around him, knew him well;
were surprised that he just kept on going;
how long he
The Cloister Called Earth
Life is the culmination of evil and good;
we’re destined to experience both;
our purpose of being; not often understood;
we cannot live, without growth.
Life was created in two dimensions, together;
awareness; focused on one at a time;
destined to transition, and live on,
The Breath Of God
The breath of God held a special power;
casting down life from heaven above;
converting a mere seed to a living flower;
enhanced through His power of Love.
For what the Master breathed out;
wasn’t the oxygen we breathe in;
He’d removed all spector
The Calm Within The Storm
Every life is a storm of turbulance;
full of swirling winds and sound;
laden with unending restlessness;
laying waste; appearing hellbound.
Life is born of purpose and consequence;
not meant as a peaceful vignette;
not governed merely by circumstance;
birthed through sorrow and regret.
Physical
…The Bully Within
Nearly everyone has utter contempt for a bully;
only a very few, will allow him to slide;
we’d like to pull him up, feet first, by a pulley:
such thoughts, leave us laughing, inside.
And, yet, each of us has our own bully, within;
seeking those
